The Ocean (Is Bleeding Salt)
Richard Edwards
Strung out, down in a hole
And the ocean is bleeding salt
Down the mire
So I hid as armies marched
But you found me, all trembling
Asleep on your porch
And don't you cry, my darling
Nashville is forgotten
Mama, and don't you cry, my darling
New York is the ocean
Brooklyn, quiet and cold
When the bars close
You're stuck counting cracks on the street
The war breaks, and you're swinging a gun
When the bomb drops
You're stuck picking lead from your teeth
And don't you cry, my darling
Nashville is forgotten
Mama, and don't you cry, my darling
New York is the ocean
Strung out, down in a hole
And the ocean is bleeding salt
Down the mire