Go down to the water where the oil floats by Drop your hair down and cry And write with your finger in the sand Mail it out with the tide
Mail it out with the high and the low Watch the marks in the sand Listen to the fog on the homeless waves And feel the salt sea in your hands
Smell that sea wind, taste on your lips That foam that rolls over my lost ships Write your letter once more in the sand Where the breaker dips and our undertow slips
Kneel down and feel the water's edge Write our names side by side And look and listen to all those ships That toss in the fog and in the tides
Let down your hair when you kneel down there Let me be the wind that pulls your hair And you be the man you made out of sand And let your hands keep making him there
When nobody is looking kiss your hand And touch to the nose of your man in the sand Then lay down with your head on his chest Be nice, be nice to your man on the sand