Have you heard about the boy who went down to the ocean? They say he never came back. He went down to see the beach, and to dip his toes in the water. He told his momma he wanted to see what it was like.
Well, he went down there, and she never saw him again. Some say he drowned. He touched the waves with his toes, and then kept walking in, only to find out he couldn’t swim.
I’d like to think he didn’t drown. I think he fell in love with it. He spent the whole rest of his life in his own backyard. A fence is only good for so much imagining. But the ocean? It goes on and on as far as the eye can see. I could see where a young boy, who’s only ever looked a little ways ahead of his, would fall in love with that. I could see where he might not want to come back home.
Yeah. I think he fell in love. But I guess, to his momma, there was no difference. He little boy passed out of her life either way.
Daydreams 