Lyrics

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