You're such a pretty face, with so much open space, to hold you
With so much more to say, and only one more day, to know you
The clouds are movin' on
And I wish we were movin' on and you
Wish we were movin' on
The troubles keep movin' on
I wish I was movin' on with you
And you were movin' on with me
The clouds are movin' on
Again and again
But the city's alive
And so is that ocean, where one might survive again
And out on the strand
The fellas are marchin' but the stone becomes sand again
There's so much anger here
And so much more to fear, I miss you
With so much more to say
And only one more day
It hurts me to know you're alive
But the city's alive, and so is that ocean
Where one might survive again
And out on the strand, the fellas are marchin'
But the stone becomes sand again
And it hurts me to know you're alive
And it hurts just to know that you're fine
And it hurts just to know where I stand
When it's me and you out on the strand, we'll say
The city's alive, and so is that ocean, where one might survive again
And out on the strand, the fellas are marchin'
But the stone becomes sand again
The city's alive, and so is that ocean, where one might survive again
And out on the strand, the fellas are marchin'
But the stone becomes sand, the stone becomes sand
The stone becomes sand again
