On a crowded beach in a distant timenAt the height of summer; see a boy of fivenAt the water's edge so nimble and freenJumping over the ripples, looking way out to sea nnNow a man comes up from amongst the throngnTakes the young boy's hand, and his hand is strongnAnd the child feels safe, yeah, the child feels bravenAs he's carried in those arms up and over the waves nnDeeper water, deeper water, deeper water, calling him on nLet's move forward now and the child's seventeennWith a girl in the back seat, tugging at his jeansnAnd she knows what she wants; she guides with her handnAs a voice cries inside him: I'm a man! I'm a man!nnDeeper water, deeper water, deeper water, calling him on nNow the man meets a woman, unlike all the restnHe doesn't know it yet, but he's out of his depthnAnd he thinks he can run; it's a matter of pridenBut he keeps coming back like a cork on the tide nnWell the years hurry by, and the woman loves the mannThen one night in the dark she grabs hold of his handnSays: There, can you feel it kicking inside?nAnd the man gets a shiver right up and down his spine nnDeeper water, deeper water, deeper water, calling him on nSo the clock moves around, and the child is a joynBut Death doesn't care just who it destroysnNow the woamn gets sick, thins down to the bonenShe says: Where I'm going next, I'm going alone. nnDeeper water, deeper water nOn a distant beach, lonely and wildnAt a later time, see a man and a childnAnd the man takes the child up into his armsnTakes her over the breakersnTo where the water is calm nnDeeper water, deeper waternDeeper water, calling them on