West Palm Beach

I can't get the sand out of my shoes

Being in Florida has done a number on my blues

Just the way the women walk round' here

Well it's plain to see the way the sand and sea

Have done a number on me

And the sky is threatening black and gray

And the sun's a festering red

And her head is claiming her status,

She had risen from bed

So breakfast, again

Delayed, postponed, I won't be fed

The surf has swallowed him up, he's a memory now

The water is warmer then it has been for weeks

Grandma lives just down the road

She making supper for me tonight

She's been nice to me since '73

When his son lost his life

And now his ghost is a rising host

Above the blinding blur

I would have assume some maid would swoon

And his soul would capture her

He's still a fine kid,

What with all that he did,

He's a fan of mine

I wasn't planning to spend so long in town

But the break in the weather

Has got the partner down

She won't get out, she shotgun

Seems she's sewn to the seat

It's a dirty old trick that I'm yet to lick

And she's yet to beat.

And you can see it in her eyes

She was born unwise

She was born for me

And she morns too long

I'll know something is wrong

And I'll leave her be

I can see it in his shoes,

He was born to lose

He was born for me