West Coast sand

When your toes curl in West Coast sand,
And your eyes burn from too much sun.

When your hair gets long and tosses in the wind,
And your fingers find a brand new hand.

When your head finds a stronger shoulder,
And your ears find a softer voice.

When your mouth finds a sweeter tongue,
And your breast finds a gentler hand.

When your legs find a warmer waist,
And your thighs find a better earthquake.

When your eyes find your final lover,

Remember us,

and cry one tear for me.