Ebb Tide - Graham Blvd.

First the tide rushes in;

Plants a kiss on the shore;

Then rolls out to sea;

Then the sea is very still once more.

So I rush to your side,

Like the oncoming tide;

With one burning thought,

"Will your arms open wide?"

At last we're face-to-face;

And as we kiss in our embrace;

I can tell, I can feel;

You are love, You are real,

Really mine-in the rain,

In the dark, in the sun!

Like the tide at its ebb;

I'm at peace in the web of your arms.