I'm like salt on sand
Impossibly there...

You could ask me a thousand time
Or force me to commit a heinous crime...

From miry clay of pure earth
A careful mold of subtle birth...

If I were given the chance
And you'd simply glance...

Dear people of the world
Please hear my plea...

I'm on the freeway
Doing ninety an hour...

It's Christmas time again
But what the hell...

"Reach out for me
And touch my hand...

(The next morning...)
You wake up from your bed...

You sit on that chair
Without a word to say...

A droplet trickles down his stiffened spine
The alkali salinity bites into his raw back...

Against the pelting of a summer rain
Nothing can quell my darkest pain...