In the Middle of a Wave
Words and music by Joe Dickinson
Looking through the glass that keeps you in
Soft and gentle breezes from the wind
There is nothing left for you to save
In the middle of a wave
Surface-men shoot flares into the night
Phone booth operators board your flight
You are getting back what you once gave
In the middle of a wave
Let go of your air so you can fall
See the hungry eyes stare through the wall
Many golden roads for you to pave
In the middle of a wave
Over the horizon and the stars
This is where our journey now will start
There is nothing left for us to save
In the middle of a wave
Copyright 2009 Joe Dickinson