Wherever the wind blows. When it blows over the sea. The moon's sitting high. Waves will rise. Water shapes. Waves will take you, take you there. Surf's up tonight.
Spirit of the Age. There is an SOS of real distress, baby tears at the best address. Ambulance chasers won't confess, sun comes up and you're stuck. .
Don't want to live in a prison cell. Don't want to live in a smoking room. Independence just won't come to you. In the brief of a diplomat. . Say your prayers for the future.