We spotted the ocean at the head of the trail Where are we going, so far away And somebody told me that this is the place Where everything's better, everything's safe Walk on the ocean Step on the stones Flesh becomes water Wood becomes bone And half and hour later we packed up our things We said we'd send letters and all those little things And they knew we were lying but they smiled just the same It seemed they'd already forgotten we'd came
Now we're back at the homestead Where the air makes you choke And people don't know you And trust is a joke We don't even have pictures Just memories to hold That grow sweeter each season As we slowly grow old
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