Even at the end of a day run raggednBoxed in, locked out and haggardnThere was the cluster of milky lightsnOver the black hills; they ring this townnAnd you knew they'd be comin' downnYeah, you knew they'd be comin' downnTo swing low over the maritimenSo thick, and without agenThere's a place where even the old and used can hidenUntil the light spills out of the open doornAnd you feel young again at the offer of a ridennOh yeah, here's your ridenOh yeah, here's your ridenOh yeah, here's your ridennSurf's up, surf's up on sour shoresnOh, on our sour shoresnYou may black out your windows nownBut I have not forgotten yoursnRain down, rain down on rotten doorsnOn down our rotten doorsnAnd in the night you step outsidenAnd wonder what this life is fornnSo put your ear to the doornDo you remember how the clues were scatterednA curled note in a buried boxnBone binding cracked from the years in the groundnBut not shatterednOh, your grandfather knew what matterednYeah, he knew, and he left it to younSo clear your headnForget your bed tonightnGo where the sand glows black not red tonightnIt's not a happy endingnIt's just an escape from the lightnAnd it's better than you ever readnEven if it's only in your sleepy headnnSurf's up, surf's up on sour shoresnOh, on our sour shoresnYou may black out your windows nownBut I have not forgotten yoursnRain down, rain down on rotten doorsnOn down our rotten doorsnOur wings may not be fit to flynBut you will be weightless at your corennOh yeah, here's your ridenOh yeah, here's your ridenOh yeah, here's your ridenOh yeah, here's your ride