Moon Over Marin

The Crowded Future Stings My Eyes
I Still Find Time To Exercise
In Uniform Two White Stipes

Unlock My Section Of The Sand
Itˇs Fenced Off To The Waterˇs Edge
I Clamp A Gasmask On My Head
Chorus:
On My Beach

Bathe In My Moonlight

Another Tankerˇs Hit The Rocks
Abandoned To Spill Out Its Guts
The Sand Is Laced With Sticky Glops

OˇShimmering Moonlight Sheen Upon
The Waves And Water Clogged With Oil
White Gasses Steam Up From The Soil
Chorus:
On My Beach At....

I Squash Dead Fish Between My Toes
Try Not To Step On Any Bones
A Turn Around And I Go Home

I Slip Back Through My Basement Door
Switch Off All That I Own Below
Dive In My Scalding Wooden Tub

My Own Beach At Night
Electric Moonlight

There Will Always Be A Moon
Over Marin