West Palm Beach - Bonnie "Prince" Billy

I can’t get the sand out of my shoes

This being in Florida’s done a number on my blues

Just the way the women walk round here

Its plain to see the way the sand and the sea have done a number on me

And the sky is threatening black and gray and the sun is a festering red

And her head is claiming her stats;

she ain’t yet risen from bed

So breakfast again delayed, postponed, I won’t be fed

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

And the water’s warmer than it has been in weeks

Grandma lives just down the road, she’s making supper for me tonight

She’s been nice to me since '73 when her sun lost his lights

And now his ghost is a rising host above the briny blur

I would that soon 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’s shotgun, seems she’s sewn to the seat

It’s a dirty old trick that I’ve yet to lick and she’s yet to beat

You can see it in her eyes, she was born unwise, she was born for me

If she mourns too long I’ll know something’s wrong and I’ll leave her be

You can tell by his shoes he was born to lose, he was born for me