Waves and the sands

Me, I walk upon the sands of Coney Island watching the waves in front of me, ebbing and flowing, flowing strong, then ebbing slowly as if in shame, in defeat.

Whispers of Memories

Scenes from an old coffee shop in Coney Island where we used to go...too much sugar in that small cup made your tongue taste sweeter than it should have. It must have been me, must have been my fault. I had no idea, I had no clue - I still have no idea and have no clue - but I can act the part and write the lines myself.

Here Comes the Sun or Memories from a Coffee Shop in Coney Island

Scenes from an old coffee shop in Coney Island where we used to go...too much sugar in that small cup made your tongue taste sweeter than it should have. It must have been me, must have been my fault. I had no idea, I had no clue - I still have no idea and have no clue - but I can act the part and write the lines myself.