Home on the Shore

And his ghosts come out at the end of the day As the last light fades and the people go away Yes his ghosts come out when he’s finally alone When the sun goes down and the tourists go home Surf boards, rips and tides, and choosing the next wave He see’s it before it fully forms The vibe it hasn’t changed much here in all these thirty years But his friends have come and gone on life’s demands He looks up at the sand and sea, that he’s come to adore Then he thinks back, and he grins, about those times that came before Oh those times before With their board shorts, bikinis, and their radiant tan skin They are ghosts, but he would happily welcome them all in Yes he’d really love to see them again He wishes he could see them Just like before, way back when He wishes he could see them again The waves lap at the edges of his mind but leave no trace The waves lap at the lines within the lines upon his face The waves break and tumble on the man he used to be Yes the waves break and tumble and revive the memory But his ghosts fade out at the start of the day With the rising sun and the warmth of the rays Yes his ghosts fade out when his feet hit the board And he glides up above all the din and the roar Old friends, our times together, they’re slowly fading away Different lives in different places, he’s the last of those to stay Bo looks up at the sand and sea, that he’s come to adore For him it’s home, and he belongs there, his home on the shore Here’s to many years more Like those days of yore At his home on the shore