Water lapping round my knees
Golden sand beneath my feet
Would mean a lot to me
There's very little you can say
To make those feelings go away
Till you take me
There's nothing more that I prefer
To see the boys and the girls
Step it out with grace and pride
As honesty flows by your side
I cannot run from times hard pressed
To become embittered, dispossessed
Just like some do
And maybe some place I can find
Where wheel and heart become entwined
Like I hope to
And nothing matters more to you
To sit and sing a song that's true
The first one there and last to leave
Sweet memories for you to keep
Artist: Ween
Artist: Too $hort
Artist: Whitesnake