When you wave to me save for me no one can see you
but me.
I smell the ozone and I know that I'm home.

Breakers and castles that fall in the surf when the sea's feeling hungry for more and
the shingle that shakes like a pocketful of coins making me wish it were mine.

These are the jewels crashing down upon me,
the silver and gold and the scent of the sea.

And I dream of her in the midnight where wild horses run free, where the harbour's a memory lost out at sea
when you wave to me save for me no one can see, but I see you always
waving to me.