Holding out for troubled waters.
Who knows where the course will tell you?
You've got many fortunate beliefs,
Like love your girl, and love your mother.
Don't wait until a cold December.
Who knows when a brother's goin' down?
Something every girl should know.
Don't count on some to make it home.
'Cause that reminds me of a time when
All the lights were shining, and the
Light was always more than one could use.
And you were once a shining ocean,
Giving light to those that wanted
Something more to hold, than just the air.
So give me something to remember;
A diamond ring upon a finger.
Something every girl should know.
Don't count on some to make it home.
You don't have to do what you're told.
I guess I'm kinda used to the cold.
