We're bobbing on the surface,
and the shadow glides below,
they say she feels my heartbeat,
oh, but how I'll never know,

That it's the ocean in our veins,
that it's the salt that in our tears,
and we could have come so very far,
in at least as many years.

Take the highway to the great divide.

-Phish, "The Wedge", Rift