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 [bad word] water
Wood [bad word] 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 [bad word] water
Wood [bad word] bone

Now we're back at the homestead
Where the air makes you choke
And people don't know you
And [bad word] is a joke
We don't even have pictures
Just memories to hold
That grow sweeter each season
As we slowly grow old

Walk on the ocean
Step on the stones
Flesh [bad word] water
Wood [bad word] bone