Across Oceans
©2007 Debra Fotheringham

He gave his notice and packed his bags.
Felt the stone around his neck.
Smelled the salt of 1000 oceans.
He never looked back.

Doesn’t matter where,
Long as they’ve got waves.
Doesn’t matter with whom,
Or to whom you pray.

Doesn’t matter, anyway.

‘Cause he doesn’t see colors
and he doesn’t see creeds.
He sees only one shade,
When somebody bleeds
He only sees friends
When he rides across oceans.

He left New Zealand behind him
With no phone, no façade.
He’d find a board and a bed in the States
The rest he’d leave up to God.

Doesn’t matter where,
Long as they’ve got waves.
Doesn’t matter with whom,
Or to whom you pray.

Doesn’t matter, anyway.

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He hitched from SoCal to Vegas
Just to catch my show.
Mormon, Muslim, and atheist.
Same destination, same road

Doesn’t matter where,
Long as they’ve got waves.
Doesn’t matter with whom,
Or to whom you pray.

It never mattered, anyway.

Bali, Maui, Gold Coast, Mexico
What's beyond that next wave?
Do you know?

By yourself, but never alone
Wherever you go becomes home.
 
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