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