Melting, shifting,
endlessly drifting
Everywhere I look, there’s
no flagpole in sight
All the beautiful
sunbathing people
Just spread about, and
there’s no place to hide
Peanut butter sandwich,
peanut butter sandwich
Peanut butter sandwich
in the sun
No history going nowhere
in my hot burning yard
No mystery just lying there
with my heart yearning hard
But you have to get up, but you have to
get things done, but you have to be someone
The sand warms my face,
I will leave no trace
Behind my broken smile
A new space appears
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