West Palm Beach

I cant get the sand out of my shoes
 This being in Florida's done a number on my blues
 Just the way the women walk round here
 Its plain to see the way the sand and the sea have done a number on me
 And the sky is threatening black and gray and the sun is a festering red
 And her head is claiming her stats; she ain't yet risen from bed
 So breakfast again delayed, postponed, I wont be fed
 The surf has swallowed him up, he's a memory now
 And the water's warmer than it has been in weeks
 Grandma lives just down the road, she's making supper for me tonight
 She's been nice to me since '73 when her sun lost his lights
 And now his ghost is a rising host above the briny blur
 I would that soon some maid would swoon and his soul would capture her
 He's still a fine kid, what with all that he did, he's a fan of mine
 I wasn't planning to spend so long in town
 But the break in the weather has got the partner down
 She won't get out, she's shotgun, seems she's sewn to the seat
 It's a dirty old trick that I've yet to lick and she's yet to beat
 You can see it in her eyes, she was born unwise, she was born for me
 If she mourns too long I'll know something's wrong and I'll leave her be
 You can tell by his shoes he was born to lose, he was born for me