I've sat and watched the tide
On this sandy, lonely beach...

Hark the beauty of its song
Stopping those of days so long...

He's not standing where he can be seen
On his shoulders all weight does lean...

Pictures replay upon the screen
To tell their stories true...

The Searing flesh and burning pain
The art of dancing in the rain...

"Ha-ha-ha Ho-ho-ho
And a couple of tra-la-las...

He wanders through the land
Of places past and gone...

The window mark
Outside- invisible...

Have mercy on my parted soul
Where restless graves I stay...

Don't tell me shattered truths
And hopes and dreams long gone...