Don't want to walk upon the water. Don't want to look across the waves. Instead of seeing hills of water. . I just see markers on their graves. . But in the fading of a season.
Times were changing. eighteen years and fading. ain't a lot of time left to be a star. On an island. All alone and dying. Walk upon the water. but you won't get far.
Do you remember. Look at me. At all the things we said we'd be. We'd beat the house. We'd push the odds. We'd take it all we had the cards. . With years to burn.