Drag your shadow down the street
 Is it you I was to meet
 With your saints there on a chain
 Waiting on another rain
 
 And I'm going down
 Where the waves will surround
 To the roll and the pound
 Of the wild, wild sea
 Talking sweet to me
 
 Marching in a slow parade
 There are ashes where you laid
 Sometimes I don't mind at all
 And sometimes head against the wall
 The tide will bring and tide will take
 Find another horse to break
 You're just a rider on a wheel
 In a dream where love was real
 
 And I'm going down
 Where the waves will surround
 To the roll and the pound
 Of the wild, wild sea
 Talking sweet to me