Don't even have pictures, just memories to hold
Walk on the ocean, step on the stones
Flesh becomes water, wood becomes bone
Seemed they'd already forgotten we'd came
Where every thing's better and every thing's safe
Somebody told me this is the place
Half and hour later, packed up our things
People don't know you, trust is a joke
Flesh becomes water, wood becomes bone
Walk on the ocean, step on the stones
Now back at the homestead, where the air makes you choke
Said, we'd send letters and all of those little things
And they knew we were lying but they smiled just the same
Walk on the ocean, step on the stones
Flesh becomes water, wood becomes bone
