Three Songs

This song was written
Girl that I met on the beach
She was bitten
Venom it reached to the soles of her feets
She couldn’t complete the walk home
Had to live on the beach

Built her a lean-to
made out of drift wood
But I didn’t mean to
Stay there so long
It was only suppose to be one song
But I ended up on that beach

Every time I catch her eye
Elephants and Tigers
Every time I lay beside her
Elephants and Tigers

Big enough to shake the world
She’s got her Sunday dress
And her mother’s pearls
Seminary lost it’s charm
Sunday dress

In a young boy’s arms

Day come
Break me and scramble me
She makes

Eggs like we’re family
Let’s take up in a chapel
You pick the flowers

We’ll start a family tree