Summerday Sands

intro 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. (Rest the same) 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. words and music by Ian Anderson Am/D = *XX0555 Dsus4/6/9*=XX0000