Looking for a place with no past devils.
A clean slate to start anew.
Where the sea washes up and away pebbles
And where what you might have done you still might do.
Houselights glimmering on wintry waters.
Lighthouse lights keeping you from autumn wrecks.
Summer swim suits on sons and daughters
And whistle-welcomes on springtime decks.
Everything’s going for a song as usual
and must be broken into pieces as soon as possible.
Glass figures on the beach hold out a hand
to yours (which shatters where you stand).