Drum Circle

We danced upon the sand  
   
the fevered drum beat  took us all  
   
with beer cans in our hands  
   
we'll have a ball until we fall  
   
where the ocean meets the sand  
   
answering the syrens call  
   
too much to comprehend  
   
and I thought id seen it all  
   
under the dying sun    
   
lets spend some well invested time  
   
in the hopes of buying fun  
   
no need for nickle and the dime  
   
no not a single one  
   
these shells will suit my heart just fine  
   

ill have a smoke with a stranger  
   
and open up my mind  
   
looking ahead I see no danger    
 
in leaving cares behind  
   
standing on the shore  
 
all my fears have sailed away  
   
And now my hands are sore  
   
from beating drums all day  
   
now lets all  have a toast    
   
to this our last soiree  
   
and walk along the sparkling coast  
   
and pray we stay this way