Water cuts through earth and rock
With a patience well beyond our lives
Current flow with undertow and
Eddies swirl and undermine
On the edge of sea and sand
Waves rend granite into sand
Eons push the mountains high
Deserts over ancient seas
Bury secrets of our life
Wind rows swaying, forests creaking
Roots clinging to the shore
The changing seasons have no reason
Snow and rain and sun and storm
On the edge of sea and sand
On the mean high water line
On our feet but we just stand still
Always hoping for a little more time
Declination, azimuth, nautical and alidade
Parallel of latitude, Tropical and boreal
On the edge of a sinking land
On the mean high water line
On our heads knee deep in sand
No point asking for a little more time
credits
from Home Away From Home,
released January 15, 2013
music: rabin, macdonald, mclean, whyte / lyrics: mclean
Absolutely hooked on this album from first listen. How rare is that with prog!??? Excellent songwriting and musicianship. Can’t wait to dive into the rest of the collection. Thomas Lock