Day Tripping

A day to burn with the restless crowds.
Across the griddle with a sizzle and wandering sands.
It slips, falls, into our clothes, hair, and mouths.
A day to burn with the restless crowds.
Boogie on and ride the crests, else wear Neptune's shroud.
Over in a flash, dad calls us back, it's all he can stand.
A day to burn with the restless crowds.
Across the griddle with a sizzle and wandering sands.