Crest of a Wave (BBC in Concert – live at the Paris Theatre, 13 January 1972) Songtext
von Rory Gallagher

Well, you can ride on the crest of a wave
If that′s where you want to be
But does the look on your face
Mean you're really feeling happy?

Or do you feel like you′re standing on a wooden leg
Or a poor man much too proud to beg
Or a page from a book that can't be read at all?

Oh yeah
You gotta see by the way
That they are talking
That it's time for you
To pick up your grip start walking

′Cause they want to see your long legs flying
Go to the place where the earth meets the sky and
Don′t stop to turn around and wave goodbye at all


They won't be satisfied
′Till you're out of their sight
But I wonder how will you feel
With a deck of cards
Then you′re not around to deal
Alright

They won't be satisfied
′Till you're out of their sight
But I wonder how will you feel
With a deck of cards
When you're not around to deal?
You′re not around to deal

Well, they say it′s a lie, a joke
That you are living
But you know one thing
That you won't give in

But you′re like a cat, chasin' it′s tail
Makes a million circles but you're gonna fail
Back off sometimes you don′t at all

Well, you can ride on the crest of a wave
If that's where you want to be
But does the look on your face
Mean you're really feeling happy?


Well, do you feel like you′re standing on a wooden leg
A poor man much too proud to beg
Or a page from a book that can′t be read at all?

Well, do you feel like you're standing on a wooden leg
Or a poor man much too proud to beg
Or a page from a book that can′t be read at all?