Postcards from East Oceanside [#]
Popsicle melts down your face
Cicadas beat their wings
Barbecued chicken and meat
When will it snow?
When will it snow?
Sweat holds the pennies in place
I stick fifteen on your face
The soles of our feet have been baked
I wish I were back in May
When will it snow?
When will it snow?
And God only knows
How free I can feel tonight
I've longed with the moon
Under the water I go
I touch the ocean floor
The sand in my fingertips
The sound in my head
Nobody knows what I know
Nobody knows what I'm feeling
Nobody knows what I feel
Nobody knows
When will it snow?
Concerts are free Sunday night
Come hear the songs by seaside
Lawn chairs and popcorn and ice
Postcards from East oceanside
Writer/s: COLE