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SEA GLASS

Young man sharp as a razor
Sharp by mind tongue and eye
Grape and grain for the aches and the pain
Tethered to and weathered by the rye.

If youll take a drop in your hand
And pull your stool to mine
If you got an ear to hear, bend or lend
Youll earn that drink in time
Earn that drink in time


Pour one more for wounds of war
Pour one more and let it be the last
One more round to take the edge off
Cos we are wearing fast
We are sea glass


I could debate the state of the nation
With a round to colour your view
Bar stool preaching till each and every speech in my bag was old worn and used
Old worn and used

But those clouds they formed inside me
And theres pieces forever lost
One day youre washed up on the shore
Passed by or pondered and tossed
Passed by or pondered and tossed


These mornings I walk to the water
Bottles in trembling hands
I throw another one long into the ocean
Broken pieces in the sand
Broken pieces