In a city made of sand (with my old kit bag at my side)
Agleam with lights and dreams
(With my broken guitar across my knees)
I sat outside the spookhouse at sunrise
I saw a million faces without a clue
Watching their fathers playing in the sand
The Ballad Of The Boardwalk StarIn a city made of sand (with my old kit bag at my side) Agleam with lights and dreams (With my broken guitar across my knees) I sat outside the spookhouse at sunrise I saw a million faces without a clue Watching their fathers playing in the sand |