THE FAR SIDE OF THE SEA

I keep a light out for wandering ghosts

We sit by the sea and talk of our dreams

The sun starts to rise, and again, I'm alone

I see the things that no one else sees

We talk about music, the old punk rock scene

Nobody else here gets what I mean

The world is alive, we turn up the music

The world is on fire, we dance in the heat

We run until we're out of breath

Fast enough to forget ourselves

Spinning and dancing, we fall where we stand

We sleep on the beach in the warm summer sand

We raise a glass to Johnny Cash

And all the punk rock kings

We raise a glass to those who sleep

On the far side of the sea

I think it's true we live forever

That we're just passing through

Home, I think, is somewhere else

Than this world we wander through

Things there must be so alive

That nothing's ever lost

Although it may seem far away

I know it to be close

This place is filled with music

The ones I love are there

I stare across the summer sea

The music fills the air.