st I won't ride another wave and I won't write another word after today no wave forms out here adrift amidst an endless sea and there's nothing to return to you'll find me floating endlessly Horn Solo: In the golden hour holding on to burning embers there's no sound it's over now can return to sender the water's come and I am moving on I kick back I get made I don't need anyone to kick anything my way I have taken what I'm afforded I view the rest as unimportant In the golden hour holding on to burning embers there's no sound it's over now can return to sender the water's come and I am moving on In the golden hour holding on to burning embers there's no sound it's over now can return to sender the water's come and I am moving on moving on moving on moving on