we spotted the ocean at the head of the trail where are we going so far away and somebody told me that this is the place where everything s better everything s safe walk on the ocean step on the stones flesh becomes water wood becomes bone and 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 d came now back at the homestead where the air makes you choke people don t know you and trust is a joke we don t even have pictures just memories to hold that grow sweeter each season as we slowly grow old 