The Undertow

They say that things come and that they go
Oh that conversation’s growing old
It’s dried me out to my very bones
My suspicions haven’t served me well yet

I think you better go
Cause I can feel the undertow
You better go
Cause I can feel the undertow

How does everything get so inside-out
When all we do it pray and watch it grow
There are difficult things that pass us by
Is it the water is it undertow

Water in the undertow

Trouble comes in many small loads
And for every deed there is a toll
Babe I hope that you remember
There was water in the undertow

Water in the undertow

There’s a sadness in me that I’ve always known
And it’s just waiting for some vehicle

Water in the undertow