Pink Sand from Magic by Kenneth Wade

Pink clouds and pink sand
A pink drink in my hand
Good music and a good man
In the mood for a good romance

But my worries aren’t far
No, they never really are
‘Cause God forbid I forget
Even here I’m an outsider

The moon comes too late
To keep out the day
So I put on a brave face
I’m gonna make it my own way

Gotta act like a saint
Gotta find some more strength
One minority slips up
And they make us all pay

I’m not your gay best friend
I do more than just shopping
I don’t kiss boys for your fetish
You can keep on walking

How am I gonna get to paradise?
How am I gonna save somebody’s life?
I shouldn’t have to change their minds
But freedom’s a long, long road
Lined with a lot of lies

Pink clouds and pink sand
A pink drink in my hand
Good music and a good man
We can’t forget, so we just dance

• Alternative
• Spoken Word
• folk
• pop
• United States