i want the waves to crash on my face
That wont be for a while
I still await my trial
Of things I never Did
Of things I never did
beneath the old oak tree
There lays a flower bed
Planted by me long ago
Or at least that's what I'm told
But my memories have been
taken away
by the undertow
Down the beaten road
There is a house that's sold
That's me trying to find it
I don't know what it is
Or where it be
I should of had somebody show me
