Lake of Sand (Ride, Ride, Ride)
(A.Waters)
Ride, Ride, Ride... Ride, Ride, Ride...
Well I'm knee-deep in the driving rain who can trust a weather vain Thought I'd find a patch of ground, change my name, settle down ride... ride, ride Well they reckon here the rain is mud, two parts beer on three of blood She bit off my ear, we called it square, took my game out back of there ride... ride, ride
So I'm alternatin' gin and juice some place west of no excuse But I couldn't see a blade of grass just rock, stock and burned out cars ride... ride, ride I'm neck-deep in the drivin' mud, can't decide to hit which pub Sink, swim, spin the can, love it's a lake of sand ride... ride, ride
