[With bad intent]
Yeah, come on!
Come on!

The sound of the ocean destroys the silence
And he stands on the edge of the morning
With the rising tide that he's watching daily
His will is strong but his legs are failing

Yeah, on the pathway
Moving ever further down the pathway

The flowers form electric circles
No mother, father, brother, sister
The whole of the ocean bathed in sunlight
His first contact is his only sight

On the pathway
Moving ever further down the pathway

The sound of the ocean destroys the silence
As he stands on the edge of the morning
Maybe the answers don't come at all
Just the fading echo of his call

On the pathway
Moving ever further down the pathway
Moving ever, ever further down the pathway
Pathway, pathway