Fresh Fossils

Now I'm walking on the beach I came to understand

With each step I left a footprint, a fresh fossil in the

sand

Looking over my left shoulder, behind lay my old track

And I will be my old man, Friday or whenever I came back

Up ahead I saw the future, a streach of barren beach

I knew that I was heading nowhere, the horizon out of

reach

So I turned and headed back, I was present in my past

Now and then mere twin directions, the next intersecting

the last

There was proof that I had been there, and proof I'd come

and gone

Inprinted in the sand's a time so why should I walk home

Now and then I'm gonna go though then I'm not the same

And future waves with araised both as if I never came