You find a wave and try to hold on for as long as you can
You made a mistake you'd like to erase and I understand
"What's left for you and me?"
I ask that question rhetorically
Can't buy into astrology, and won't rely on the moon for anything
There's no turning back after what's been said
Meditate, play solitaire, take up self defense
When you get old and faded out will you want your friends?
What's left for you and me, you respond to my question metaphorically
Don't read into psychology and won't rely on your mood for anything
There's no turning back after what was said
There's no turning back after what's been said
You find a wave and try to hold on for as long as you can
You made a mistake you'd like to erase and I understand
What's next for you and me? I'll take suggestions we toss and turn in undertow
There's no turning back after what's transpired
There's no turning back I'm so uninspired