Sandie

Stepping up from the ghostly scene
 By the manhole smoke machines
 Waiting for the coast to clear
 Playin' a tune with a tiny tone
 On her ribcage xylophone
 In a key that no one else can hear
 Sandie, what's that face about?
 You've got so many rounds yet to go
 And so many more nails to bend
 Before you reach the end of the road
 Staring out through the window pane
 At the pellets of pregnant rain
 Tapping out a drumroll down below
 Filling up all the cracks and dents
 And high-fives in the hot cement
 From the hands
 You'll never get to know
 Oh Sandie, what's that face about?
 You've got so many rounds yet to go
 And so many more nails to bend
 Before you reach the end of the road
 On a crystal night
 Up on the canyon's side
 I saw the western sky
 Turn to red
 It couldn't touch the flames
 Burning up your brains
 That I saw through the frames
 In your head
 Sandie, what's that face about?
 You've got so many rounds yet to go
 And so many more nails to bend
 Before you reach the end of the road