Sands in a Dune R. Leschen (1985)

 

Somewhere out in the desert a coyote is calling,

A silvery moon is full, its brightly swollen.

 

And the wind picks you up and down again,

Like the sands in a dune.

 

Crawling around in the night; she's crying aloud,

Blankets a chill to a man; then treated a fool.

 

And the wind picks you up and down again,

Like the sands in a dune.

 

The sands are swept and she's placed snug into your arms,

Just when she's come, she's blown back up to the stars

 

Passing like the wind, it'll bring you down again,

Like you're the sands in a dune.

 

Sands in a dune.........