| PRAYING TO A BAG OF SAND |
| The man did not know where he was The look on his face told me he'd seen far too much He stared with a look that puzzled and frightened I guess he's just misunderstood |
| So I drag him down the street Bring him to his feet He has that look in his mouth That says nothing at all His lips are cracked and dry Sandpaper skin makes mine crawl |
| He beats his chest with clenched fist He only does what I insist I try to walk away But he's praying to a bag of sand Hand over the top to hold it in Whispers to the wind That the day is far too cold |
| He's praying to a bag of sand The sand that fills his throat The sand of a thousand years The sand that I have seen Scattered all along the ground Did he just sweep it up Does he see the things I see Am I imagining these things Is he praying to a bag of sand |
| He lifts up his head Stares directly at the sun Asks if he's the only one I have no answers for him He has no answers for me |
| He seals his mouth with plastic bag Taken from an unseen pocket He begins to breathe Through his open nasal passages I stand there, totally perplexed As he puts the sand away And abruptly begins to pray To that bag of sand The bag he's left for another day |
| He stands and starts to walk away The bag falls to the ground He doesn't notice a thing I grab the bag of sand I try to look inside |
| I'm praying to a bag of sand When did I lose my mind I faintly recall a time When I met a man Praying to a bag of sand |