That time when we were crossin' the Atlantic
The moment now we reached the middle
You turned to me and said something romantic
"I've won the race and you're the medal"
And all the ocean liners we were passing
Are nothing on a selling whistle
And as the waves were rolling we were dancing
Like we had enough to lose a little
So sure we were contenders
So strong and willing to fight
But it's a long way down
when you're far from the ground
And I've been falling most of my life
And though the sunshine's on
even after you're gone
I feel sorry for the wasted light
Wasted light
Spill off the port into a crowded mainstream
Looking for somewhere to settle