Lucinda

We met one summer evening as the sun was going down
 She was lying on the beach in her graduation gown
 She was wrapped up in a blanket (I could tell she knew her way around)
 And as I lay down beside her, you know she never made a sound
 On down the beach came the beach-cleaning man
 Scoopin' up the papers and flattening down the sand
 "Lucinda, Lucinda, Lucinda, we've got to run away
 That big white truck is closin' in and we'll get wounded if we stay"
 Now Lucinda lies buried 'neath the California sand
 Put under by the beach-cleaning man
 Lucinda, Lucinda, Lucinda, why'd you have to go?
 They sent her to high school
 They sent her to low school
 She just wouldn't go further