The ship was sinking; we were drinking, singing one last song,
Casting our gold into the ocean.
You grabbed a bucket, started screaming, "Come on, come on",
Trying to slow the downward motion.
Back in the kingdom, we were kings and queens and Oh, so strong
That God himself could not contain us.
We never thought we'd be the shorter half of sword and gun.
Now god himself could never save us.

Waves of silver, waves of gold
Are coming now to take me,
To separate my body from my soul
And Jesus leaves or takes me.
Hopes of heaven, fears of hell
Tell me, what's the chance I'll make it.
All my other plans have failed,
And all this time I've faked it.

We started sinking, drinking water from the open sea
Losing our bodies to the ocean.
You grabbed my hand and started screaming, "rescue me"
Together fight the downward motion.
Back in the kingdom we were kings and queens and Oh, so strong
That god himself just had to show us.
We never thought we'd see the colder side of land and sea
But he's the only one who knows us.

Waves of silver, waves of gold
Are coming now to take me,
To separate my body from my soul
And Jesus either leaves or takes me.
Hopes of heaven, fears of hell
Tell me, what's the chance I'll make it.
All my other plans have failed,
And all this time I've faked it.





Hands clenched tight
Knuckles turning white
"It will always be mine"
But now this fragile thing
I held so dear
Is broken, shattered to pieces
I thought i made you suffer
It's turned out the other way

You thought it wouldn't hurt this much (think again)
I'm here stranded, i want you here
I need someone to take the place
Of the place you took me

I found a safe place
In the corners of my mind
I'll hide you there
Until this night is dead
The make-up is stained to my face
You get a telephone call
To hear i'm missing you to death
But all i hear
Is the faint whisper of regret

About jon foreman

hi my name is jon foreman and this is my bio.

I'm writing it from a backstage dressing room in Ohio. It's a beautiful fall day outside and the dying leaves make a fitting backdrop for the decaying junkyard across the street. Fall.

Autumn is my favorite time of year. Everywhere. Even back home in San Diego where there is little distinction between the seasons: autumn is my favorite time of year

Perhaps this is because the fall reminds me of the sunset: the beautiful death of another day or another year. A chance to look back- to . look out across the pacific and see gallons of beauty mixed with regret.

I was born in October. Maybe that has something to do with the nostalgia. Even when I was young, the Autumn sunsets were sober reminder that everything loses it's leaves eventually. The body goes cold. The air grows dark. The fall.

I have been on tour off and on since '97. I've had the rare privilege of actually doing what I love for a living with amazing people that I love to be around... And I'm thankful, this life is a real gift.

I kinda grew up all over: lake arrowhead, boston, virginia... but from high school on I've lived in San Diego and the north county feels like home.

It's a pretty incredible place where I can go for a surf with my dad or my brother and almost always see someone I know.

Ten years ago, when I actually started making money with my songs I was nervous that the magic would disappear. That somehow, the passion, the joy, and the high that I got from music would evaporate with every step I took towards the modern music industry. I'm so thankful that that hasn't happened. I'm so thankful that these songs still mean so much to me. In fact, I am perhaps more drawn to music than ever.

Lately music has been my compass: it's neither the map, nor the road but a steady constant that can help me make sense of the both.

Most of the time, the songs that I write are more honest than I am. Sometimes I don't play certain songs for people because I'm not ready for that sort of honesty.

I don't write many happy songs, at least not lately. Which is odd because I'm a fairly upbeat guy. So I've got a few theories as to why this might be the case

It might be because life wears down on you. And you lose that part of yourself.

Or it could be because the songs are the only place where these types of ideas can find a release- like a dream where your subconscious is trying to tell you something.

Or perhaps I don't write songs when I'm happy. You know, a celebration requires a few friends and depression requires solitude.

Either way songs have become my way of finding beauty in the midst of chaos and the pain. It's a way of finding redemption for mistakes and regrets that I have.

In this way I feel like the creative process brings me closer to God. As a creator of a song I get to take all these broken fragments of failure and chaos and weave together something beautiful and meaningful. Decay. Death. Pain. Fall. And if God is a songwriter then these fallen leaves of mine can be redeemed.