Little Willow (slayground) wrote,
Little Willow
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Poetry Friday: Walk on the Ocean by 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 an 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

Walk on the ocean
Step on the stones
Flesh becomes water
Wood becomes bone

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

- lyrics from Walk on the Ocean by Toad the Wet Sprocket

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