Let me tell you, about a place I know, oh so well
Let me tell you, about all of my friends who fell
To the things that bind, and blind your eyes
They pull you in, and wrap you in, and trap you in their spell

I could have told you, it would all turn out like this,
I could have told you, what it's like

Let me ask you, about the way things seem to be
Let me ask you, about the way that you fill your need
With the things that'll use you, hurt and abuse you
I've seen them all, I tried them all, I know them oh, so well

I could have told you, it would all turn out like this,
I could have told you, what it's like

It's like sand, oh, slippin' through your hands,
It's like sand, oh, slippin' through your hands
It's like sand, oh, slippin' through your hands
It's like sand...

© John Hemans 1997