Was it summer when the river ran dry,

Or was it just another dam.

When the evil of a snowflake in June

Could still be a source of relief.

O how I love you, I once cried long ago,

But I was the one who decided to go.

To search beyond the final crest,

Though I'd heard it said just birds could dwell so high.



So I pretended to have wings for my arms

And took off in the air.

I flew to places which the clouds never see,

Too close to the deserts of sand,

Where a thousend mirages, the shepherds of lies

Forced me to land and take a disguise.

I would welcome a horse's kick to send me back

If I could find a horse not made of sand.



If this desert's all there'll ever be

Then tell me what becomes of me.

A fall of rain?

That must have been another of your dreams,

A dream of mad man moon.



Hey man,

I'm the sand man,

And boy have I news for you;

They're gonna throw you in gaol

And you know they can't fail

'Cos sand is thicker than blood.

But a prison in sand

Is a haven in hell,

For a gaol can give you a goal

And a goal can find you a role

On a muddy pitch in Newcastle,

Where it rains so much

You can't wait for a touch

Of sun and sand.



Within the valley of shadowless death

They pray for thunderclouds and rain,

But to the multitude who stand in the rain

Heaven is where the sun shines.

The grass will be greener till the stems turn to brown

And thoughts will fly higher till the earth brings them down.

Forever caught in desert lands one has to learn

To disbelieve the sea.



If this desert's all there'll ever be

Then tell me what becomes of me.

A fall of rain?

That must have been another of your dreams,

A dream of mad man moon