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.
Hope you're a God, your turn to pray. Hope you've a God, it's your turn to pray. Light on the hill so far away. The light on the hill is so far away. Boy, where are you now.
On the fringes of torso and lips. Straining to hear the voice of gospel choir. Pummelled plains and beaten fields. We're never broken in spirit within.