What kind of film
Plays in your mind
What finds you in
What finds you out
And I look for your ghost
Almost every night
I make up little signs
That say you are alright
It pours all downstream
And foams at the mouth
And it rolls all out again
And comes back around
Love had a purpose
Love was a rope
Easy to cast, so hard to hold
And I followed your footsteps
Out onto the sand
And they end at the part
Where water rush onto land
And the wave that we created
Will sometimes at least
It still finds me here
And it offers no peace
It pours all downstream
And it foams at the mouth
And it rolls all out again
And comes back around
