Galveston

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