There are the days I cannot know or understand
A piano in a moving van
Way behind at the light

And a wave is rolling over
A wave is moving over
A wave is rolling over me, over me, over me

The time of mistakes
Will it ever change to another time
Like a season when the snow
Will slide off the house
And leave the house clean?

And a wave is rolling over
A wave is moving over
A wave is rolling over me, over me, over me

A singing bird, I call your name
In the middle of the nighttime
I'm the smallest bird who calls your name
In the middle of the day

And a wave is rolling over
A wave is moving over
A wave is rolling over me, over me, over me