Oh the tide rushed up the shore
washed away all the things we did before
oh the tide rushed up the shore
footprints from where we walked before
oh mother take me home
i'm in a place i've never been before
oh mother take me home
i'm in a place i've never

been before
and it's a long long way to the curry fair
where i've been workin' 9-5 operating rides
watching kids come in and get drunk
off the wine that their father made
passed down by mouth from a former day
and the taste is a thought in the child's head
planted there by a man that's long since dead

you don't know me, nor i you
faded with time and so will you
drink in your cup, the only think
oh, that survived all this
death
and the birth
and the fall
and the spring
everything

Oh the tide rushed up the shore
washed away all the things we did before
oh the tide rushed up the shore
footprints from where we walked before
oh mother take me home
i'm in a place i've never been before
oh mother take me home
i'm in a place i've never

been before
it's a long long way from Dahlenburg
and i've been working 9-9
in the gravel mine
all the roads were said to be gold
but i sold my name for a smile
pull the grape from the vine and ferment a while
and the taste is a thought in the child's head
planted there by a man that's long since dead

you don't know me, nor i you
faded with time and so will you, it's true
drink in your cup, the only think
oh, that survived all this
death
and the birth
and the fall
and the spring
everything
everything
everything