I'm on the horizon, looking back to all that followed
A few thousand faces I can see in the water
One out of few are the lights in the mourning crowd I spot each day
The rest are hitchhikers in for the ride
Not anyone I ever really knew

I continue to rider towards the horizon
With every break to make the next move
I look back to see how many more faces in the crowds
But see none that I hoped to see
I cannot go back, for I am too far now
Will I ever see them again?