Gran Sol

He walks out each morning He knows where he's going It will take ten days to get to the desert in the sea And she'll stay home waiting And she'll stay home praying That the sand turned liquid won't take him away I, I suppose that's normal I, I suppose that's average But I, I refuse to think that's life for me She walks out at night She knows where she's at And she'll take her dress off if anyone thinks She's worth twenty-five or more That's how it goes I, I suppose that's normal I, I suppose that's average And I, I refuse to think that's life for me And she'll stay home waiting And he'll stay home praying That the streets will bring her back Safe and sound I, I suppose that's normal I, I suppose that's average But I, I refuse to think that's life for me Life for me