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  1. Black Sand

From the recording DESERT MOTEL

Lyrics

Summertime in the golden wind
She said she was happy
We were lazy, together
The black sand that I’d never seen
And the blue sky
Looked just like the postcard in the lobby
You want the end
You want the end
The first thing that you notice is
Is how you haven’t a clue
You watch the people walking by
She opened like a fan to soothe me
And I knew I was dead before I hit the floor
In rapture
You want the end
You want the end
You want the end, babe
But there isn’t anyone left to make amends
She said “I am never gonna leave you.”
Then she turned and left
Well I guess everyone is guilty of that crime
She opened like a fan
In rapture on the black sand
You want the end
You want the end
But you’re not the end
’Cause there isn’t anyone left to make amends

Words and Music by Ned Farr
© 1999 Waiting wind/ ASCAP