We used to trace our names in the bright white sand,
And crawl into the jungle on our knees and hands.
We settled at the edge of a coral tongue.

Summoned by the pulse of a warm steel drum.

With the lights of Miami in distant view,

Easy money came quick and caught up to you.

You used to run around with the bright white swan,

but now my better instinct tells me that she's long gone.

When your locks got picked it was on the news.

The shadows of confession made your features seem older
bolder.
And you searched in vain for your marbled swan.

You're calling out her name, but she's long long gone.

Take a look at my face

take a look at my hands
on account of the charge
I'm a shell of a man.


Did you think they would rescue you?
Pull you out of the cage and put you back on the catamaran.


Take away the facade,
the collection of cars

on account of the charge
I'm a helluva man.


Did you think they would come for you,
pull you out of the cage
and put you back on the catamaran.


Take a look at my life
take a look at my kids

on account of the charge
I'm a shell of a man