I can feel a wave and I’m getting ready to surf it
The bog is flat before you turf it
And build it into little towers
Stacking sods with all our powers
Until our backs ache
And we take a break
To soak in cool 7up
By the pores, it’s enough 
And those were the days of sunburn
And racing my sisters to take a turn
At who could be the best
Then copping out coz we need a rest
And is this the end to the quest
Stand up on Sundays at the behest
Of the Lord that commands
In the acres of desert sands
To find just what we are
Led by the light of the star
That shine over the stable 
Get up and sing, if you’re able
Or the sadness will just consume
One day you’re the only one in the room
And holding the light in tilting frame
Barely able to say your name
With lips that quiver with the weight
And hearts that have surrendered the hate
And age takes it all, even the body
Time wearing out like the car getting shoddy
And someday you must face the succumb
Only tell tales of when you were young
But in reality you can’t relive
Only hold your hands out to forgive
All that you couldn’t get by with
I rely on my soul, the departure of wit
Knows me all too well
I’ll choose Heaven over some kind of hell