The wild waves of Rio have finally caught up to me
I am in Sao Paolo now and watching the Olympics on TV
I feel so removed from the heat of the action
Only days ago I was screaming alongside the Kiwi fraction
The waves come crashing down inside my head
I am one with the couch, my limbs jelly-spread
It is strange to watch my friends compete from afar
To avoid Portuguese exchanges I pluck the guitar