My Oldest Memory

I cracked my knuckles, and I said grace
And gave thanks for being a hundred and still feeling amazed
Out where the waves wrestle with the dirty brine
This is a lonely place, this was a home of mine
After the struggle, I'd watch the sand settle
Over the quiet reef, it's my oldest memory

And I don't know whose land we're on
Is this an island that plots like a villain
Or an old ghost friend we don't believe in?
I don't know

I curse the weapon we stub our toes on
It's the land of make-believe, can't you see, can't you see?
Now in the dirt where I put my feet, and in the trunk of my body
I'm only shy, here, when I want to be, my head between my cypress knees
And in the top of the canopy of the trees I am climbing
The morning sun here, you will see. It's my oldest memory

And I don't know whose land we're on
Is this an island that plots like a villain
Or an old ghost friend we don't believe in?
Is this an island that plots like a villain
Or an old ghost friend we don't believe in?
I don't know