Songtexte Fresh Fossils - Loudon Wainwright III

When I went 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 own track.
And I would be my own man Friday,
or whenever I came back.
Up ahead I saw the future,
a stretch of barron beach.
I knew that I was headed 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've come and gone.
Imprinted in the sands of time,
so why should I walk on?
Now and then identical,
though they are not the same.
And future waves will erase both,
as if I'd never came.