Maybe we both dodged a bullet
Why does one of us have to cock it and pull it
I had to sail against the blue current
Of those listless, ticking days
Is it better to have waited
I wouldn't know
I let go
If it's not wrought with passion
Well then I'd rather go without
I guess I know
Even when I don't know
That I can't wait
in fear of waiting in vain
So I scoop up some sand
And watch it trickle out
As coarse bitter rain
And the tide disappears
Like it never came