Here I stand on golden sand A lonely man down on Calle Easy Watching the pelicans drop and return from the sea Haven't moved all afternoon For any move could be too soon I've just had a thought, oh shit, I've forgotten it now Maybe I'll walk into town for something to eat Oh an impossible feat If only the tide would come and roll me down the street The people here have silver hair And that's if there's even any hair left up there And skin like a shoe with faces all glued and repaired Octogenarians flock to burn on the beach Oh what if it happens to me? If only the tide would come and roll me out to sea Ooooooh esperame, un sonido viene el horizonte La la la la, la la la la Here I stand, guitar in hand Alone on Calle Easy Down in a hole and sick of my sol How can a person be here and still be blue Oh somehow it's easy to do If only the tide would come and roll me home to you If only the tide would come and roll me home to you