Alec Ounsworth Follow

Let's take a walk out on the ocean*
I guess the sun chases down the tide
And taxi cabs go rushing round
I been the one

You had enough
Might hear that something
And known that someone all your life
Selling pages ripped from some polibook

The telephone says you coming home
For you have found another boy
And there is nothing wrong my dear
There is nothing wrong

Now counting cars
In south beaches
Replacing pigeons
Falling from the wine

And the sec±or starts awaking
And the wages are sinking

And in the middle of the night I shut my eyes
I pinch my face
Oh how time flies
When you know life

So sing it hard
And play it hard oh boys
This country burns
With it's own dumb might

And songs of Jesus
And those big walls
And disappear
into the night
And this disease
And all these weddings
And New York times
And in the end of the day
This toast is filled
With this stilted wine

Let's take a walk out on the ocean*
I guess the sun chases down the tide
And taxi cabs go rushing round