I know that this river runs down to the sea
Out there the wild waves are waiting for me
So I’ll sit on the bank for a while and remember
The sun-like warm oil on my back in December

When me and my mates and our girlfriends and wives
Had plenty of juice to squeeze from our lives
Then the tide went out, left me talking to ghosts
Spirits of love on a shipwrecked coast

You still drift out there on the ocean of life
Smile and laugh in the salt and the spray
And one day I’ll join you, my last big swim
The old mob together at play