you re such a pretty face with so much open space to hold you with so much more to say and only one more day to know you the clouds are movin on and i wish we were movin on and you wish we were movin on the troubles keep movin on i wish i was movin on with you and you were movin on with me the clouds are movin on again and again but the city s alive and so is that ocean where one might survive again and out on the strand the fellas are marchin but the stone becomes sand again there s so much anger here and so much more to fear i miss you with so much more to say and only one more day it hurts me to know you re alive but the city s alive and so is that ocean where one might survive again and out on the strand the fellas are marchin but the stone becomes sand again and it hurts me to know you re alive and it hurts just to know that you re fine and it hurts just to know where i stand when it s me and you out on the strand we ll say the city s alive and so is that ocean where one might survive again and out on the strand the fellas are marchin but the stone becomes sand again the city s alive and so is that ocean where one might survive again and out on the strand the fellas are marchin but the stone becomes sand the stone becomes sand the stone becomes sand again