They find you in the time Laying on the beach Of the wasted land Out of reach Calling to the shadows of Monsters Digging in the sand For clam shells They put you in the celluloid For the wake And you wake up in the morning And you smile And you see that the time is dead But the man is walking But he's on the sea and you can't believe He's talking Bing Crosby came back But you can't see him Cause he's on sunset And he's talking And he's wearing a brown suit with a white hat Joking And he's gambling like a gambler But he's smoking