Wild Strawberries

Beachcombers in dozens on raging walls [unverified]

Sun, salt and sea, walkin? down the halls

I'm wondering where the murdering town

I'm beating a hundred from way down below



There's a place you could call me out, in Ohio

You're down in the numbers, you're listed forty five

You heard and you answered, ?I'm not dead, I'm alive?

You'll walk on a tightrope, wear the suit of a clown



You rear back in anger, don't forget, there's no answer

Watch your feet and where they're goin?

Don't forget you're a dancer