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 survived Call 'em up, n' dust 'em off, let 'em shine The ones who hold onto the the ones They had to leave behind Those that flew and 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 grey lions Those snow-white stars still gather Like the belt around Orion Just to touch the faded lightning Of their powerful design Of a generation gathering For maybe the last time Call 'em up, n' dust 'em off, let 'em shine The ones who hold onto the the ones They had to leave behind Those that flew and 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, n' dust 'em off, let 'em shine The ones who hold onto the the ones They had to leave behind Those that flew and those that fell The ones that had to stay Beneath a little wooden cross oceans away