LYRIC

I hung out with the old folks
In the hope that I'd 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 'em 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 'em 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


Call 'em up, n' dust 'em off, let 'em 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

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Oceans Away Elton John lyrics in The Diving Board album

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