Sunset Rubdown Swimming

Maybe an ocean is found in the lake
Maybe exceptions to this could be made
But I’m swimming Lord, just to be saved

She always loved him, but not in the way
The way she’s supposed to, but she never claimed to
But she’s swimming Lord, just to be saved

Young lovers gathering ’round
They hold their hands on Sundays
Sundays they get down on the ground
They’ll get down on the ground for you

I say that some claims are true, some claims are true
And I say that some silly dreams… but I can’t come true, oh
Someday I’ll get down on the ground
Get down on the ground for you…

He’s getting old, he’s getting old, he’s getting old
He’s getting old, he’s getting old
And the water is cold

Bum, bum ba-da dum…

I say that some claims are true, some claims are true
And I say that some silly dreams… but I can’t come true, oh
Someday I’ll get down on the ground
Get down on the ground for you…

He’s getting old, he’s getting old, he’s getting old,
He’s getting old, he’s getting old…

Because variables lurk in the wine
Because the best one that’s cold out has a good sign
It’s never ever gonna feel right to pull the latch back again
The dust you kick up is too fine

Because variables lurk in the wine
Because the best one that’s cold out has a good sign
It’s never ever gonna feel right to pull the latch back again
The dust you kick up is too fine