Beachcombing

They say there's wreckage washing up 
  all along the coast 
  No one seems to know too much 
  Of who got hit the most 
  Nothing has been spoken 
  There's not a lot to see 
  But something has been broken 
  that's how it feels to me 

  We had a harmony 
  I never meant to spoil 
  Now it's lying in the water 
  Like a slick of oil 
  The tide is running out to sea 
  Under a darkening sky 
  The night is falling down on me 
  And I'm thinking that I should 

  Head on home 
  Been gone too long 
  Leave my roaming 
  Beachcombing 


  Little wild kitten out hunting 
  To see what he can get 
  You're in a big city now 
  won't stop growing yet 
  The sun is going down smoking 
  A flaming testament 
  Something has been broken 
  And it feels permanent 

  Little seabird flying 
  He knows where he wants to go 
  Guess i ought to pack my stuff 
  And do the thing I know 
  I turn around and head on back 
  Along the old sea wall 
  I felt something give and crack 
  And now I'm sorry that's all 

  Head on home 
  Been gone too long 
  Leave my roaming 
  Beachcombing