Walk on the Ocean

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 everythings better, everythings safe

Walk on the ocean
Step on the stones
Flesh becomes water
Wood becomes bone

And half and hour later we packed up our things
We said we’d send letters and all those little things
And they knew we were lying, but they smiled just the same
It seemed they’d already forgotten we’d came

Walk on the ocean
Step on the stones
Flesh becomes water
Wood becomes bone

Now were back at the homestead
Where the air makes you choke
And people dont know you
And trust is a joke
We dont even have pictures
Just memories to hold
That grow sweeter each season
As we slowly grow old

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I just found this song on my Ipod while it was playing on random. It reminded me of those places I’ve found, or those places I can always go to that are just perfect. Your entire life disolves away, and you get caught up in how perfect that place is, and how everything seems better at that moment you’re there. Everything seems safe. These are a few of them. Although the photos do these spots no justice. You just have to go to see how amazing each one actually is.