Made It to The Ocean

I am happy to report that the ocean is still here. The air feels cool, crisp and dry; slightly hazy. There are hordes and hordes of  tourists taking pictures and posing in front of anything.
It feels strange to me to think that I now live here.

And now, a little Pearl Jam...(Song here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-C2NiI4I4VE)

GIVEN TO FLY

He could’ve tuned in, tuned in but he tuned out

A bad time, nothing could save him

Alone in a corridor, waiting, locked out
He got up outta there, ran for hundreds of miles

He made it to the ocean, had a smoke in a tree

The wind rose up, set him down on his knee

A wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw

Delivered him wings, "Hey, look at him now"

Arms wide open with the sea as his floor

Oh, power

Oh, he's flying

Whole. High. Wide

He floated back down 'cause he wanted to share

His key to the locks on the chains he saw everywhere

But first he was stripped and then he was stabbed

By faceless men, well, f****rs

He still stands

And he still gives his love, he just gives it away

The love he receives is the love that is saved

And sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky

A human being that was given to fly

High flying

High flying

He’s…flying