By Butch Hancock
Date: 20 March 2000

Just A Wave

Thirst is not the answer, oceans come and go
I loved her seven seas worth, Lord I loved her so
But she let me down so easy, one slow drop at a time

I would have killed myself, but it made no sense
Committing suicide in self defense
But I lost everything I brought her
When she said, "Babe, you're just a wave.  You're not the water."

Centuries ago we were living on the Gold Coast
She was still in love with a long gone, cold ghost
I was only trying to turn back the tide of her tears

I felt like an endless ocean, rolling through the fog
Full emotion drifting like a weather beaten log
I even thought that I out-thought her
'Til she she said, "Babe, you're just a wave.  You're not the water."

I said someday we'll love again, then you'll know the score
I've taught you everything I know and maybe even more
That's true she said, more than you ever will

I said, "I've been your raging river, precious African queen.
I've shown you everything that I've ever seen."
But she knew more than I had taught her
When she said, "Babe, you're just a wave.  You're not the water."

Well, I followed her far and wide with all of my will
Water on the move, you know it never stands still
And I moved every muscle, just to prove it can be done

Then up some old, sad river where snow white lilies float
I came to her for mercy, but I hardly rocked the boat
She seemed surprised that I had caught her
But she said, "Babe, you're just a wave.  You're not the water."

She said, "Babe, you're just a wave.  You're not the water."
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