This is a song about "Corey darude sandstorm"

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Like writing the answers to the universe in the underwater sand.

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

You prolly wouldnt see dis much ice in a hail storm.

The trees behind me don't do any better since they are all covered by sand

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

Earthquake surge, no mistake,

Who’s iller, i’ll wait

Your girl said she wanted to play in my sand

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see