gone all the way over
gone to the other shore

like a mantra the waves
roll in and she listens
to hear that eternal
sweet low repetition she says

I m carefully booting
my trail through the sand
crossing the dunes over repossessed land

gone, gone, gone all the way over
gone to the other shore

while dead sharp I wait
she says all these questions
are useless to ask
make one fine scrapcollection she says

floodgate of memories
comes to a hold
dead sharp I wait till the story unfolds

like a mantra the waves
roll in and she listens
to hear that eternal
sweet low repetition