I once met a girl with the life in her hands and we lay together on the summerday sands. I gave her my raincoat and told her, Lady, be good! And we made truth together, where no one else would. I smiled through her fingers and ran the dust through her hands --- the hour-glass of reason on the summerday sands. We sat as the sea caught fire. Waited as the flames grew higher in her eyes. We watched the eagle born --- wings clipped, tail feathers shorn but we saw him rise --- over summerday sands. Came the ten o'clock curfew. She said, I must start my car. I'm staying with someone I met last night in a bar. I called from my wave top --- At least tell me your name! She smiled from her wheelspin and said, It's all the same. I thought for a minute, jumped back on dry land --- left one set of footprints on the summerday sands. I once met a girl with the life in her hands and we lied together on the summerday sands.