The Strand - Andrew Allen

You’re such a pretty face, with so much open space, to hold you

With so much more to say, and only one more day, to know you

The clouds are movin' on

And I wish we were movin' on and you

Wish we were movin' on

The troubles keep movin' on

I wish I was movin' on with you

And you were movin' on with me

The clouds are movin' on

Again and again

But the city’s alive

And so is that ocean, where one might survive again

And out on the strand

The fellas are marchin' but the stone becomes sand again

There’s so much anger here

And so much more to fear, I miss you

With so much more to say

And only one more day

It hurts me to know you’re alive

But the city’s alive, and so is that ocean

Where one might survive again

And out on the strand, the fellas are marchin'

But the stone becomes sand again

And it hurts me to know you’re alive

And it hurts just to know that you’re fine

And it hurts just to know where I stand

When it’s me and you out on the strand, we’ll say

The city’s alive, and so is that ocean, where one might survive again

And out on the strand, the fellas are marchin'

But the stone becomes sand again

The city’s alive, and so is that ocean, where one might survive again

And out on the strand, the fellas are marchin'

But the stone becomes sand, the stone becomes sand

The stone becomes sand again