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The Kelly Song Collective
Driftwood
Kingdoms come and go like logs thrown on the sand
Broken and weathered like my Grandfather’s hand
Crooked but polished floating and crashed
Driftwood on the beach piled high as I can stand
The sun came out today and I dreamed the day away
Daytime turns to evening like neighbours flee the scene
They say this place is changing but we know what they mean
A siren song is never sung as is was foretold
Stars that shine on Driftwood cast shadows on this machine
Nothing’s what it seems that’s what I know
A tree is a seed is a monster laid low
I thought I knew this water the rocks and the wind
I’ll try to take the Driftwood with me as I go
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© Michael Worthington Music 2014

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