The waves are taking me farther away from the shore and I'm getting real scared.

Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.

when i look at the waves i realize not every time it meets the shore, sometimes it even end before reaching it's destination.

and nothing can be more captivating than the waves hitting the shore

It brings a whole new excitement going to somebody else's field and just taking it over and making it your own.

Once you hit a couple big passes, they tune themselves out. They weren't talking as much; that helps.