So where are you bound this fall?
Will I see you around?
What will you be moving on to?
Under the ocean, a beach
By the underwater highway
Wait here
Make time
When you make up your mind
Wade out to sea
Blue, all the waves washing out
As we start another round
Drying off and collecting
Where do you see yourself end?
What's in store for the future?
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