Brother tears
Funny sometimes

Mind your manners
By the ocean

Oh it is your finest hour
Gliding, gliding

Yeah, it is your finest hour
Sliding, sliding

Must be a memory, or something
You said you are
Living neutral

Slowly coming
Into morning

Oh it is your finest hour
Gliding, gliding

Yeah, it is your finest hour
Sliding, sliding

Must be a memory, or something
Oh it is your finest hour
Gliding, gliding
Yeah, it is your finest hour
Sliding, sliding

Must be a memory, or something
Besides