Cannonballs ricochet around the room I hurry home to lick my wounds I stumble home to Oceanea A nightingale sang above my mother's tomb Twilight in the afternoon I stumble home to Oceanea Not far from here In some other ecozone The crocuses are still in bloom I stumble home to Oceanea And I'm free I'm soaring on a thermal wind I'm learning how to shed my skin I made it home to Oceanea Not far from here In some other ecozone The crocuses are still in bloom You stumble home to Oceanea And you are free You're soaring on a thermal wind You're learning how to shed your skin You made it home to Oceanea You made it home to Oceanea [radio chatter]