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.