The sighs and roars of the rolling deep Quiet the ones in my head Who typically shout and growl and weep Out of existential dread

The betrayal I feel at missing out The fear of choosing wrong
When I feel that I have zero clout ‘Cause no one asked me to come along

But lying here on the cold hard sand And listening to the crackling foam The bubble and snap and the ocean’s roar
I feel like I am home

There’s no longer a burning in my chest Or the knot that weighs me down
I feel the truth in my own warm breath And my lips refuse to frown

My back is cold, the wind is high My hair sticks to my face But I am enough by the ocean’s side And I feel I know my place

The salt in my mouth is my truest guide: Nobody wins this race.