One voice heard low across the water 
through ocean roar. 
(One chance out between two worlds, walk with me) 

Lost in thought 
the mind wandering again 
drifting west over the hills 
(pulled out to sea) 

Sitting in the car 
after the music stopped [bad word] 
we arrived in the dark 
lost and disoriented 

(Through a dark stretch of trees, 
the roar of the beach 
calling.) 

As the car cooled down 
the sound of waves rose and blanketed. 
Our minds grew into a vast night air. 
We made beds in the ditch. 

The loud breath of surf 
exhaling and constant. 
Sleeping on the wet ground. 
In a dream I swim. 

(I thought I heard some voice returning) 

Out past waves rolling 
broad deep sky.