Comforting Sand
Bury your toes in the sand, boy,
Bury them deep in the warm;
As darkness falls, vacationland calls,
Bury your toes in the sand.
Bury your hand in the sand, boy,
Bury it deep ‘neath her form;
Clue her behind, to the front of your mind,
Bury your hand in the sand.
Bury your heart in the sand, man,
Bury its bludgeoned remains,
So no one can view, what she’s done to you,
Bury your heart in the sand.
Bury your head in the sand, then,
Bury your fears and your pains;
What you have lost, some other has won,
Bury your head in the sand.
Lay ‘neath the comforting sand, when,
Vacationland’s credits come due;
Your casket’s slow dropped with flowers on top,
With no one to see them but you.
Along a far coast a lass waited,
Long years for some suiter to call,
A memory odd, of a hand ‘neath her bod,
Had he been the one, after all?
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