An old man told me the way to the coast.
The place where his son disappeared.
For sixty days he stared at a sea he’d never feared.
I went there to find out the magic of waves.
A desert of shades of blue.
A mystery, a kingdom of unknown desire, a wild place to be.
The first trip he made, for the last time seen.
No return as the clouds got clean.
His father; nowhere to go, no one to see.
These sixty days the old man got older.
The only regret, was it his fault?
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
And it got dark…
The next time I came back, the year reached an end.
As I passed the old man’s door.
No one opened, no light, no sound, no flowers.
A villager told me the old man had died.
The last time he went to the sea.
The pain in his heart, he took a little piece of me.
Buried on the rocks beside the sea.
If his son should arrive, so he could be,
the first one to tell him the way, the way to their home.
As I stood by the grave, my eyes got wet.
A young boy appeared and he told me that…..
If he ever should have a change he’d go to sea.
An old man told me the way to the coast,
the place where my youth disappeared.
For sixty days I stared at the sea I’ll never fear.
Buried on the rocks beside the same sea.
If I ever get lost, so it can be,
the first thing to tell me the way, the way to my home.
The first trip I’ll make, for the last time seen.
No return as the clouds get clean.
Will I have somewhere to go, some one to see?
If I ever go back to that place by the sea.
I’ll take my memories and the pain with me.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide!