On the Sand Lyrics

I was happy that day

At Coney Island with Michael and Angela and Dash

We went onto the sand.

We were in a magic circle

At Nathan's hot dog stand

And Dash ran his circles around us at the table

A magical circle, Michael, Angela and me

And Dash ran around us

And we were together

Dash wrestled his father out on the sand

I am but a worm who imagined wrestling a man

If only my daddy would have wrestled with me

My whole life

When I'm alone

Which is always

I think of myself as untouchable and alone

I always wished to wrestle with my father on the sand

And the sea is there

Calling to us

Beautifully

And always