As I ride the motor tidenI look for somewherenAll I see is other faces,nall I find is nowherenI'll like a place ornsome space that no-one gets up tonShe says A town is just a town, full stop.nbut what does she know?nHere comes a great wave to wash it all awaynNo piece of glass or chrome remainsnHere comes that wave again, see how fast it flowsnWe'll wash this place right down the drainnnIn the dark a thousandncars hiss by my windownA steel tide on a asphalt beachnthey come and they gonI hear a beat in the motor seatnthat I could die toonShe says A town is just a town, full stop.nbut what does she know?nHere comes a great wave...nHere comes that wave again...