I once met a girl with the life in her hands 

and we lay together on the summerday sands. 

I gave her my raincoat and told her, ``Lady, be good!'' 

And we made truth together, where no one else would. 



I smiled through her fingers and ran the dust through her hands --- 

the hour-glass of reason on the summerday sands. 



We sat as the sea caught fire. 

Waited as the flames grew higher 

in her eyes. 

We watched the eagle born --- 

wings clipped, tail feathers shorn 

but we saw him rise --- 

over summerday sands. 



Came the ten o'clock curfew. 

She said, ``I must start my car. 

I'm staying with someone I met last night in a bar.'' 

I called from my wave top --- 

``At least tell me your name!'' 

She smiled from her wheelspin 

and said, ``It's all the same.'' 

I thought for a minute, jumped back on dry land --- 

left one set of footprints on the summerday sands. 



I once met a girl with the life in her hands 

and we lied together on the summerday sands.