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.