I used to stand on this beach
Pebble in my hand
Thinking if I throw it
The world would be in reach
Is this a two-way street
or am I just talking to my feet
Words thrown against the wind
And it's always the tide that wins
Patterns are falling into place
We still make the same old mistakes
I used to stand on this beach
Perhaps it was me who was never in reach
Well, promises are promises
And water finds its level
And every love story
Has a high tide flood
And a low to reach
Seems to me
It's a two-way street
I used to stand on this beach
Pebble in my hand
Thinking if I throw it
The world would be in reach
