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 survived
Call 'em up n' dust
'em off let 'em shine
The ones who hold
onto the ones
They had to leave behind
Those that flew
and 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 grey lions
Those snow white
stars still gather
Like the belt around Orion
Just to touch
the faded lightning
Of their powerful design
Of a generation gathering
For maybe the last time
Call 'em up n' dust
'em off let 'em shine
The ones who hold
onto the ones
They had to leave behind
Those that flew
and 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 n' dust
'em off let 'em shine
The ones who hold
onto the ones
They had to leave behind
Those that flew
and those that fell
The ones that had to stay
Beneath a little
wooden cross oceans away