Walkabout

Into the arms of the sea,
what my tide had carried free.
I walked down to the priest
to be kind with the storms inside.

I prayed, black birds never want what they got.
Lifted my arms up high,
Whispered of lost highway somehow.

Take, take these eyes and all our wounds
my disgust, lay them out
on the beach cause I won’t leave them now, the city inside
take, take these vows and all its songs
For my insides, spread them out
over the words, over the shapes
I fall off of cliffs, in million age
So come on home, come on home
It’s all or not, this walkabout
It’s been so low, it’s been so low
Come home to me

Into the arms of the sea,
what my tide had carried free.
I walked down to the priest
to be kind with the storms inside.