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