Moon Over Marin

The crowded future stings my eyes

I still find time to exercise

And in uniform with two white stripes

Unlock my section of the sand

It's fenced off to the water's edge

I clamp a gas mask on my head

On my beach at night

Bathe in my moonlight

Another tanker's hit the rocks

Abandoned to spill out its guts

The sand is laced with sticky glops

Oh, shimmering, moonlight sheen upon

The waves and water clogged with oil

White gases steam up from the soil

On my beach at night

Bathe in my moonlight

I squish dead fish between my toes

Try not to step on any bones

I turn around and I go home

I slip back through my basement door

Switch off all that I own below

Dive in my scalding wooden tub

My own beach at night

Bathe in my moonlight

A'ight, a'ight

There will always be a moon over Marin

(There, wasn't that a nice visit?)

(Don't forget)

(A psychiatrist is on duty)

(Twenty-four hours a day)

(In the blue room)

(Just up from the parking garage)

(Drink plenty of water when you take these)

(Now, you can relax and return to your job)