Walk On The Ocean

Toad The Wet Sprocket

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