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