Picking Up Shells
I am the song that's stuck inside my head
Swirling around in all the books I've read
I've never caught a wave but that's okay
Maybe someday
How deep can I go?
The more I see, the less I think I know
I'm just picking up shells on the shore of the great unknown
I got a little bit taller but I still don't think I'm grown
But I'm gonna find some treasures to fill my home
So I won't feel alone
She'll try to sell you seashells by the shore
Tell you where they came from and exactly how old they are
But she don't even know who put them there
I stop and stare
That knowledge is just an empty well
I don't think I want anything she sells
I'm just picking up shells on the shore of the great unknown
I got a little bit taller but I still don't think I'm grown
But I'm gonna find some treasures to fill my home
Somewhere in the seafoam
Am I thirsty for knowledge or just information?
Everything is so salty in this isolation
It's getting harder to drink; I don't know what to think anymore
I built a lovely beach house by the sea
No neighbors around, it's just for me
I've got an ivory lighthouse for the ships
That never come in
I've been flying solo, but
Maybe wisdom is really who you know
I'm just picking up shells on the shore of the great unknown
I got a little bit taller but I still don't think I'm grown
But I'm gonna find some treasures to fill my home
So I can know and be known
Swirling around in all the books I've read
I've never caught a wave but that's okay
Maybe someday
How deep can I go?
The more I see, the less I think I know
I'm just picking up shells on the shore of the great unknown
I got a little bit taller but I still don't think I'm grown
But I'm gonna find some treasures to fill my home
So I won't feel alone
She'll try to sell you seashells by the shore
Tell you where they came from and exactly how old they are
But she don't even know who put them there
I stop and stare
That knowledge is just an empty well
I don't think I want anything she sells
I'm just picking up shells on the shore of the great unknown
I got a little bit taller but I still don't think I'm grown
But I'm gonna find some treasures to fill my home
Somewhere in the seafoam
Am I thirsty for knowledge or just information?
Everything is so salty in this isolation
It's getting harder to drink; I don't know what to think anymore
I built a lovely beach house by the sea
No neighbors around, it's just for me
I've got an ivory lighthouse for the ships
That never come in
I've been flying solo, but
Maybe wisdom is really who you know
I'm just picking up shells on the shore of the great unknown
I got a little bit taller but I still don't think I'm grown
But I'm gonna find some treasures to fill my home
So I can know and be known
Credits
Writer(s): Greta Elise Rogers
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