Staking up seashells
By the seashore
Sally can’t wait
To be by your side more
Walking and waiting
And collecting these beaches
Desperately searching
Quietly reaching
It’s a shame to be all by yourself
It’s a hard move to be dancing alone
When I move it’s always with somebody else
And I’m not the one you take home
But if I could
And I know I would
I’d take the crystals I have collected
The memories all recollected
And put them on my metal shelf
And look at them when I’m by myself
By myself
By myself
By myself
Crying a lot lately
Dreaming chronologically
Polly want a blowtorch
To fire my astrology
Blaming and framing
These pictures in my head
Wondering and yearning
Someone take me to bed
It’s a shame to be all by yourself
It’s a hard move to be dancing alone
When I move it’s always with somebody else
And I’m not the one you take home
But if I could
And I know I would
I’d take the crystals I have collected
The memories all recollected
And put them on my wooden shelf
And look at them when I’m by myself
By myself
By myself
By myself
I’ll look at your picture on my shelf
The next time I’m by myself
