the strand

.
You're such a pretty face,
With so much open space, to hold you

With so much more to say,
And only one more day, to know you
.
The clouds are movin' on,
And I wish we were movin' on
And you, wish we were movin' on
The troubles keep movin' on
I wish I was movin' on with you,
And you were movin' on with me,
The clouds are movin' on
Again and again
.
But the city's alive, and so is that ocean,
Where one might survive again.
And out on the strand, the fellas are marchin'
But the stone becomes sand again.
.

There's so much anger here,
And so much more to fear, I miss you.
With so much more to say,
And only one more day,
It hurts me to know you're alive.
.

But the city's alive, and so is that ocean,
Where one might survive again.
And out on the strand, the fellas are marchin'
But the stone becomes sand again.
.