Galveston by Why Bonnie

Candyland beaches
Water too salty to swim
Passed all of the dancehalls and dive-ins
Looks just the same as it did back then
But we lost the pier to hurricane season
I remember how the clouds used to chase
The east Texas sunrise
Making the face
Of a little fat baby just standing in place
Crying for the last time and on with the day.
When I try to remember it I can’t
It’s slipping like quicksand
When I try to remember it I can’t
It’s slipping through my hand.
Howled at the moon
Calling for you
If comfort is a killer then maybe I’ll die here
With the cigarettes and old beer
And the lazy boy and lawn chairs
But it feels so clear
Looking through the muddy water
That I’ll keep coming back here even when it’s all over
When I try to remember it I can’t
It’s slipping like quicksand
When I try to remember it I can’t
It’s slipping through my hand

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