I'm hoping to be proud Hoping that it shows I look in the mirror Hoping that he knows My heart is to be found Giving way to getting wet Red tide I find it so peculiar How you sit and stare No one gets out alive No one For now and always Hoping for the best A pretty cigarette Leaves the head a wreck I beg you to believe Assumption leaves you in Red tides I find it so peculiar How you sit and stare No one gets out alive No one