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Lyricist: Rocky Votolato
Lyrics:
This is what life is like on the ground I had a brother who was stationed up in northern hill county No he never really came home We drove out east to red river to see the, high water flow That river was running, just searching for an ocean The freedom he'd never known That feeling you get when the wind is blowing Like your whole life is starting over We made our peace there In the no mans land, where we come from I've been searching for The waves that carried us home To the ocean we all came from Where we won't be returned I've been searching for The waves that carried us home To the ocean we all came from Where we won't be dissolved, into one Like a crippled anima, l running on broken legs that night His voice was splintering, rising, falling to a fate of "I'll never get out" From Spokane all the way across Montana, out to the blood reserve Black Levis jacket, knocking them beers back on the bank of that river Underneath September skies in south US border He made his peace there Just after his boots filled up with water I've been searching for The waves that carried us home To the ocean we all came from where we won't be returned I've been searching for The waves that carried us home To the ocean we all came from where we won't be dissolved The waves will wash, away the misguided vision Glory in a battlefield of a thousand corpses I've been searching for The waves that carried us home To the ocean we all came from where we won't be dissolved Out of many we, are one
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