Travel southbound by the Gulf of Mexico The white sand underneath my toes Just a poor fool trying to get back home But that woman, she done left me broke Counting the sand on the ground Lost and I'll never be found It has just occurred to me that I may never see Your face Again The grapevine couldn't climb the wall I woke to find that I haven't changed at all Help me out, man Help me get to a phone He don't understand that I'm all alone I'm counting the sand on the ground Lost and I'll never be found It has just occurred to me that I may never see Your face Again I'm counting the sand on the ground Lost and I'll never be found It has just occurred to me that I may never see Your face Again The nights' game is a loaded gun The Days' ending is a setting sun