We spotted the ocean at the head of the trail And somebody told me that this is the place
Where are we going, so far away
Step on the stones
Flesh becomes water
Where everything's better, everything's safe
Walk on the ocean Wood becomes bone
And half and hour later we packed up our things
We said we'd send letters and all those little things
It seemed they'd already forgotten we'd came
Walk on the ocean
And they knew we were lying but they smiled just the same Flesh becomes water
Wood becomes bone
Step on the stones
(x2)
Where the air makes you choke
Now we're back at the homestead And trust is a joke
And people don't know you
Just memories to hold
We don't even have pictures
That grow sweeter each season
As we slowly grow old.
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