text: I hung out with the old folks
  In the hope that Id 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 them shine
  The ones who hold onto the 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 them shine
  The ones who hold onto the 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 them shine
  The ones who hold onto the 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