The Tide

Music and Lyric by David W. Jacobsen
Copyright 2005. All Rights Reserved.

I'm gonna chase the horizon
'Til my work is complete
And if it ends in defeat

And in the end, everyone will learn
It's only what you make before it's your turn
And in the end, everyone will learn
It's only what you make before it's your turn

And if everyone's footprints
Are soon washed away
As the tide comes in swiftly
And dreams will betray
The knowledge that nothing
Will not one day be a loss
The cockroaches won't remember the cross

For in the end, everyone will learn
It's only what you make before it's your turn
And in the end, everyone will learn
It's only what you make before it's your turn

And when that great winter
Turns everything dark
When all of the dreaming
Cannot cause a spark
That could out last the forces
What ever they be
That we cannot touch or ever hope to witness

So don't think too much about this
Because you have time
To catch the horizon
If you run towards the firmament
Pretending anything is permanent
In a fast fleeting dream
The less you remember
The easier it will seem

Branches traces, sublime
Merely footprints on the sands of time
Living in the dust and grime
Leaving our footprints on the sands of time

For in the end, everyone will learn
It doesn't matter what you make when it's your turn
And in the end, everyone will learn
It doesn't matter what you made when it's your turn
And in the end, everyone will learn
When it's your turn