Down by the bay a man made of clay

Dips his toe into the ocean, trying to wash himself away

He jumps into the pond and he start to dissolve

And he dreams about the streams that bleed into the amazon

If you are a boulder that never leaves the shore

You'll get ground up into sand and tracked onto the floor

Swept into a pile on someone's kitchen tile

I heard on the news that they keep finding shoes

On the stores of Ecuador and no one knows what they should do

They tried to give them away but its more everyday

Ballet shoes in shades of blue and rubber boots and mary janes

If you have to get away, don't take a pleasure cruise

Cause you might get swept away, and you'll lose your shoes

They'll end up in a pile on some foreign isle

In a couple years, the land will disappear under the ocean

When the day is here I'll pack a bathing suit and a tanning lotion

Away

Away

Away

Away