(Don McGlashan)

Are these the hands of a man? I suppose so

I recall them shaking the hands of other men

Now all they seem to do is write in this log book

That's all they've done since I can't remember when

And there's

No telling when

I'm going to be

Carried in

But in my mind

I see the land

There's a footprint in the sand,

and it's going to be...

Mine...It's going to be

Mine...It's going to be mine

Is this a human face in the mirror?

It looks just like a piece of the sea

I've been staring at the waves so very long now

My eyes are playing tricks on me

And there's

No telling when

I'm going to be

Carried in

But in my mind

I see the land

There's a footprint in the sand,

and it's going to be...

Mine...It's going to be

Mine...It's going to be mine

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