we go down easternbound where the ocean sounds call out we jump in the waves and the wind and we splash and we swim around and the water’s cold but no one knows what the undertows can see and there’s a time to fly and there’s a time to float and there’s a time for both but that’s then though it’s hot as hell i know damn well that life’s shores swell with you we can climb on up over the tree tops nowhere’s the next stop who’s in and as we set out at the horizon the laughter the sighs and the looks it matters not we’re all that we’ve got we’re the halves and the have nots that’s us and there’s a time to fly and there’s a time to float and there’s a time for both but that’s then