We spotted the ocean,
At the head of the trail.
Where are we going
So far away?

Somebody told me,
This is the place,
Where everything's better,
And everything's safe.

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

Half an hour later,
Packed up our things,
Said we'd send letters,
And all of those little things.

And they knew we were lyin',
But they smiled just the same.
Seemed they'd already
Forgotten we came

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

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

Now back at the homestead,
Where the air makes you choke,
And people don't know you,
Trust is a joke.

Don't even have pictures -
Just memories to hold.
Grow sweeter each season,
As we slowly grow old.