Been there always
Could be there again
Ended always
To bend it back up again

It's a truce
Standin' toe to toe
In a boat
Throwing in a first blow
To leave a couple teeth to spit out

We swim out a ways
I hope we don't start to cramp
At least it's not a race
We can always float on our backs

Well it's true
It's true in what they say
It's a hoax
And you don't even know
You just laugh
You laugh
And when you don't, you just stare
And it's not even there
It's a joke
And it's always a big deal
To people who don't matter at all
They're callin' all the folks you know
And their voices are always so very small
If we lend our gaze
It's like ought not come back
Hold your breath babe
There's always one more left
Set a good pace
It's a kind sort of thing that always wins
And when we finally cross that line
When we're dragging behind
Your stroke will be the least that defines
There's always a distance
Between a shot and a whistle
Between a shot and a whistle
Between a shot and a whistle