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