Best friend of mine wrote a song, based on our Batemans Bay trip:
Saturday Night
Verse 1
Saturday night, the moon burns bright,
A beacon in the pale-lit sky.
Shooting stars and satellites
Slip quietly into endless night.
We seem so small beneath it all,
Yet something stirs—I feel the call.
The universe leans in so close,
Whispers truths I’ve never known.
Chorus
I alone
Can’t break this fall.
Friends and foes—
I’ve faced them all.
I alone
Can’t let this go,
But love and family
Help me grow.
Verse 2
Headlights off as we blindly roam,
The night still young, with tales to unfold.
Wheels hum low on the open road,
We feel alive, no need for control.
Laughter echoes through the midnight air,
Time slips away—we’re unaware
Of where we are or where we’ll go,
Just chasing dreams in undertow.
Chorus
I alone
Can’t break this fall.
Friends and foes—
I’ve faced them all.
I alone
Can’t let this go,
But love and family
Help me grow.
Verse 3
Hear the ocean as the tides rise up,
Drawn to peace, the scent of storm.
Growing wiser with each breath we trust,
In the hush before the thunder forms.
Salt and silence on our skin,
Waves erase where we have been.
Like a close friend saying goodbye—
Who can tell what the future hides?
Chorus
I alone
Can’t break this fall.
Friends and foes—
I’ve faced them all.
I alone
Can’t let this go,
But love and family
Help me grow.
I alone…
But not alone.