Riptide Lyrics - Bad Mother Trucker - Ten Foot Pole

I couldve lied the truth, a needle in your eye 

The wound a Band-Aid won't heal 

But I persist and try to tell it like it is 

What's the point if we're not real? 

Riptide sweeps me out to drown 

Flailing arms and aching chest the more 

I struggle the more it wears me down 

How long can I hold my breath? 

Another test you used to say I was the best 

So proud to walk by my side 

Now you see all the wrong with me 

Can you accept it, will you try? 

Riptide sweeps me out to drown 

Flailing arms and aching chest the more 

I struggle the more it wears me down 

How long can I hold my breath? 

Rolling, choking still I'm kicking 

Drifting farther out to sea 

I won't let go of my dim hopes 

Somehow you'll make it out to me 

Rolling, choking still I'm kicking 

Drifting farther out to sea 

I won't let go of my dim hopes 

Somehow you'll make it out to me