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

© Michael Worthington Music 2014