Shifting Sand - Deacon Blue

Long blown strip of shifting sand

Where have your friends gone now the suns not holding hands

The fat man who strolled you

The children who broke you

The muscles that climbed on your strong tanned back

The women that were young on you

The ones that only swum off you

They’re as fickle as the sun with you

Leaving me here blown about on you

Happy just to stay here

Tripped by the waste and the deck chairs

Teased by the wind and gulls in chase

Oh… long, blown