Stones, bones, catacombs and icy, iron bars
Cliques of black-veiled ladies teeming inside stretched black cars
I discern my part in this absurdity
I know just what I owe you, but you’re just not here for me
I feel no affection for this hallowed ground
I want no acquaintance with that covered earthen mound
Nothing can entice me in this dull and empty place
Are you disappointed? In here, I can’t see your face.
I shed this placid mask, escape to our beach
Grief has no power here, all my desires are in reach
Here your lulling laughter echoes in the tide
In all these grains of sand there is no place for you to hide
I collect sand dollars, I sit on the rocks
I can roam for hours, when you come along for the walk
In the cold, roaring surf, I find your embrace
And in the hazy August sun almost make out your face
Hope you like the flowers I left in your yard
Won’t be back to water them, you’ll have to ask the guard
If you’re looking, I’ll be strolling by the sea
That’s where I go to see you, 'cause you’re just not here for me