Stare into the moonlight
   Silver fingers press my eyes
   Probing in my heart with longing
  
   These footprints by the sea's edge
   Disappearing grain by grain
   Lose their form but keep their substance
  
   As the waves roar on the beach like a squadron of F16's
   Ebb and flow like the better days they say this world has seen
  
   Government by outrage
   Hunger camps and shanty towns
   Dignity and love still holding
  
   This bluegreen ball in black space
   Filled with beauty even now
   battered and abused and lovely
  
   And the waves roar on the beach like a squadron of F16's
   Ebb and flow like the better days they say this world has seen
  
   Each one in our own heart
   Desperate to know where we stand
   Planet of the clowns in wet shoes