We

spot-

ted

the

o-

cean

at

the

headr

of

the

trail

Where

are

we

going,

so

far

a-

way

And

some-

bo-

dy

told

me

that

this

is

the

place

Where

ev-

ery-

thing's

bet-

ter,

ev-

ery-

thing's

safe

Walk

on

the

o-

cean

Step

on

the

stones

Flesh

be-

comes

wa-

ter

Wood

be-

comes

bone

And

half

an

hour

la-

ter

we

packed

up

our

things

We

said

we'd

send

let-

ters

and

all

those

lit-

tle

things

And

they

knew

we

were

ly-

ing

but

they

smiled

just

the

same

It

seemed

they'd

al-

rea-

dy

for-

got-

ten

we'd

came

Walk

on

the

o-

cean

Step

on

the

stones

Flesh

be-

comes

wa-

ter

Wood

be-

comes

bone

Walk

on

the

o-

cean

Step

on

the

stones

Flesh

be-

comes

wa-

ter

Wood

be-

comes

bone

Now

we're

back

at

the

home-

stead

Where

the

air

makes

you

choke

And

peo-

ple

don't

know

you

And

trust

is

a

joke

We

don't

even

have

pic-

tures

Just

mem-

ories

to

hold

That

grow

sweet-

er

each

sea-

son

As

we

slow-

ly

grow

old