The Waves

I ain't here to pray Or to let things go You'll just throw them away While everything's gold Well, it's not the ocean it's the waves That leaves us astray Leaves us blind To what matters, anyway I ain't here to forgive Or to show what if I'm just here to deny What lies behind And I ain't here to survive Or to leave it to die I'm just here to feel A little alive Oh, keep riding on Keep riding on Oh, keep riding on And all those pretty things All those pretty things And all those pretty things All those pretty things All those pretty things And all those pretty things I ain't here to pray Or to let things go You'll just throw it away While everything's gold Well, it's not the ocean it's the waves That leaves us astray Leaves us blind To what matters, anyway