Your friends they said to me
That you were talking in your sleep
About the promises you keep
I know you drifted through the early years
You could fight to pass the time
When they found you, you were dealing with it fine
Hard to tell you what it goes to
Hard earned paper you're holding on to
It's all honest praise for the ways you make them do
All the things you do
What's up with the waves out on the coast?
You say that's something I should know
I think there's something they're not saying
When you survive it all the same
You're so impressed they know your name
And you're in love with how they say it
Hard to tell you what it goes to
Hard-earned paper, you're
Holding on to
It's all honest praise for the ways you make them do
All the things you do
When they find you lying wide awake
Your friends have gone away
I overheard you say
I see some waves out on the surf
They know you finally found your nerve
And now they wait for you to say it
