We Ride - Jason Michael Carroll

Sunrise over troubled waters

Over troubled fathers of the son of sun and sand

Steady now

You’re the loosest cannon

Not yet a man but

We’re not children

We’re not kids anymore

And we ride

We ride

We ride

Down these living seas

Down these living seas

Down these living seas

The winds are calmed and the deepest freed

We turn clever frills to steal the breath of angry seas

Hold me down where blood meets water

Where time is black and white bright blue until you breathe (breathe)

And we ride

We ride

We ride

Down these living seas

Down these living seas

Down these living seas

Down these living seas

Down these living seas