Oceans Away

I hung out with the old folks
In the hope that I'd get wise
I was trying to bridge the gap
Between the great divide.

Hung on every recollection
In the theater of their eyes
Picking up on this and that
In the few that still survive.

Call em up
Dust em off
Let em shine
The ones who hold onto the the ones
They had to leave behind
Those that flew, those that fell
The ones that had to stay
Beneath a little wooden cross
Oceans away.

They bend like trees in winter
These shuffling old gray lions
Though snow white start to gather
Like the belt around Orion.

Just a touch of faded lightning
Of the powerful design
Of the generation gathered
For maybe the last time.

Call em up
Dust em off
Let em shine
The ones who hold onto the the ones
They had to leave behind
Those that flew, those that fell
The ones that had to stay
Beneath a little wooden cross
Oceans away.

Oceans away where the green grass sways
And the cool wind blows across the shadow of their graves
Shoulder to shoulder, back in the day
Sleeping bones to rest in Earth
Oceans away
Oceans away.

Call em up
Dust em off
Let em shine
The ones who hold onto the the ones
They had to leave behind
Those that flew, those that fell
The ones that had to stay
Beneath a little wooden cross
Oceans away.