Layers

Radio playing on the gypsy highway
As if time the vagabond tore these recent pages away
I am nothing more than that kid with wild hair
Bopping on the beach with boom box in hand
Looking at lovers, one day I’ll have one
Longing for someone to lie in the sun
Here, I have music, sweet music, in hand
And it’s all coming back in the waves on the sand
As constant as they are, as constant I am

But then searing through this bittersweet reverie
Comes the wind bringing back all the layers accrued
Erasing the music that defined me back then
Just papers and lawsuits, mortgages, cars
And the ocean is so far away
The ocean is so far away