Old Matt sits up on a bench, looking out upon the sea
Sunset blows upon his face, caressing memories
He looks out on the rolling waves, forgetting he is old
For a moment he remembers, how is it that I know
The baby walks up on the beach, searching through the sand
Searching for some meaning, to help her understand
The lady walks up on the beach, searching all alone
She won't find what she is searching for
How is it that I know
How is it that I know, what it's like to wander lost
When I've hardly started walking, my legs don't know the cards
How is it that I know, what it's like to live in fear
When moments of self-confidence become so very near
How is it that I know the beach
I watch the rolling waves
I watch the lonely people, whose souls cannot be saved
I sit alone up on the beach, and try to shake the cold
And I feel so very old
How is it that I know
How is it that I know, what it's like to wander lost
When I've hardly started walking, my legs don't know the cards
How is it that I know, what it's like to live in fear
When moments of self-confidence become so very near
How is it that I know, what it's like to live in fear
When moments of self-confidence become so very near
How is it that I know, what it's like to wander lost
When I've hardly started walking, my legs don't know the cards
How is it that I know, what it's like to live in fear
When moments of self-confidence become so very near
I sit alone up on the beach, I watch the rolling waves
I watch the lonely people, whose souls cannot be saved
I sit alone up on the beach, and try to shake the cold
And I feel so very old
How is it that I know
How is it that I know, what it's like to live in fear