Private Beach

It’s a private beach And they don’t want Our kind There But I’ve got a bucket Full of private Sand That I’m willing to Share I’ll offer it freely By the cup Private sand From a private Man Composed of blistered Dreams Lots of Bad luck And I wouldn’t think Of charging For my private Dust As long as you love Me As long as you Trust That a day will come When my sand becomes More Than a bucket of Prayers A bucket of Horror Look out toward the sea My love The waves foam in mad Design Look into my eyes My twin And know you are Mine Just a man A bucket And some Private sand A man And his Bucket Full of Crazy plans It’s a private beach And they don’t want Our kind There But I’ve got an ocean Of private Love That I’m willing to Share Run across the beach Let me wrestle you to the ground Kiss you forever Thank God For what I’ve found A lover Willing to share Believe in her Man In My bucket My single Bucket Of Private Sand