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 survive.

Call em up

Dust em off
Let em shine
The ones who hold onto the the ones they had to leave behind

Those that flew 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 gray lions

Though snow white start to gather like the belt around Orion.
Just a touch of faded lightning of the powerful design
Of the generation gathered for maybe the last time.Call em up

Dust em off
Let em shine
The ones who hold onto the the ones they had to leave behind

Those that flew 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

Dust em off
Let em shine
The ones who hold onto the the ones they had to leave behind

Those that flew those that fell
The ones that had to stay
Beneath a little wooden cross

Oceans away