Just a bike ride.
Seaton Carew to Hartlepool Marina and back.
Paul.
TAKING PLACE ON BORROWED SAND.
We leave footprints,
Paw prints too,
Some build Castles,
Enjoy the view,
But this place, where we stand,
It all takes place on borrowed sand.
The tide comes in,
The beach is sea,
Dogs and children,
They run free,
But this place where we stand,
It all takes place on borrowed sand.
Regular people ,
At regular times,
Walk to the sound,
Of Church Bell Chimes.
But this place where we stand,
It all takes place on borrowed sand.
A man had four dogs,
Walks with three,
Another Dog walks with me,
But this place, where we stand,
It all takes place on borrowed sand.
One by one,
We'll come no more,
What were the stack,
Of dune stones for?
All ghost stories, where you stand,
All took place on borrowed sand.
PAUL.