Got caught up in the crimes for just nickels and dimes
while time was stolen from the masterpiece,
Never did see the flaw living outside the law
where love became the only thing released.
I look down at the sand wond'ring when it began,
knowing I can never turn the tides back,
Yet sometimes I can see the day when I'm set free
and my soul's no longer under attack.
I'd looked out to the east and saw the parish priest
was holding the one that I used to love,
Saw his hand come to rest underneath her soft breast
as they danced through the moonlight from above.
Be it passion or hate, I signed off on my fate,
was not looking for myself to be blessed,
And I never would know what it was I'd forego
in the times that would hold what's been confessed.
In the dead of that night, in the soft pale moonlight,
my heart knew nothing but the fire ablaze,
Only two bullets spent in the long lost event,
neither saw the emptiness of my gaze.
They sensed each ones last smile for just a little while,
as they fell into the other's embrace;
Now in times yet to come it will be said by some
that they died with both dignity and grace.
I can still feel the heat as the sand burns my feet,
I'm staring at the shadow of a noose,
I just pray that it's quick, that the rope's taught and thick,
and my spirit so easily breaks loose.
I'll soon come to those times when the nickels and dimes
are lost beyond the tides that won't return,
Maybe then in the end, I will find me a friend
who will lead me on that one last sojourn . . .