Wash It All Away

The tide goes out
Treasures a plenty left behind
Out to gather its trash from afar
The flotsam and jetsam
That becomes its story
That becomes it reason
That becomes what it is

You go out
Treasure a plenty left behind
Out to gather the night club trash
The slags and the whores
That become your story
That become your reason
That become what you are

And my tide is going out
My treasures long since abandoned
Strewn across your sands
Carried away
Carried far far away
To spread my treasures on a beach more welcoming
On a beach more accommodating
With beautiful clean sands
A place where treasure can sparkle in the sunshine

And on your sands
The memories of your story
The reminders of the fun
But now stained and dirty
Ugly and unclean
Wishing a huge wave
Could come and wash it all away
Wash your dirty little debris
All away
Wash it all away