Am
G
Waded out past the wave's swell
F
where we all floated hopeless
Am
and he told us to stop treading water
C
he sang about the sand
G
where we could all touch our feet down
F
he held out his hand
Am
with his tipped back he sang loud
C C* Am F G
but he didn't listen, he swam off alone
C C* Am F G
long live his words, all caught up on his own
C C* Am F G
he said "someday the moon will reach out to the sun
F G C C* Am F G Am
but for now it must drift along, but for now he drifts along"