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 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 stars still 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