High Tide Anthem

(hey, yeah)

Twilight on the

water, last gold in the sky Small boat drifting quiet as the

tide rolls by Seagrass under the hull,

boat lights burning bright

Waiting for a flathead to turn the

dark to white

Drift the flats, let the southern tide roll

Feel that estuary running through your soul When the rod loads over,

let the whole crew shout

We’re chasing channel thunder,

pull it out

Stingrays slide below us,

shadows in the

blue

Working every drop-off where the deep tide moves

Lean into the current,

let the big

fish run

One hard flash beside us and the fight has begun

Yeah, keep the line tight

We’re

fishing into night (woah)