They turned the water off on Thursday
So now we swim in the ocean
And call it a day
They turned the electricity off on Friday
So we lit all the candles
And pretended we were having a perpetual seance
They hammered the eviction notice to the door
Late Saturday afternoon
When the rest of the world was expecting Monday
And took it and made it
Into threatening origami
Pretty soon
We won't have our two-bedroom shack
So close to the beach
You could drag sand in
Just by playing on the patio
We'll be true beach bums
Sleeping on surfboards
Underneath the pier
Clearing saltwater
Out of our skin
By wading in
Freshwater ponds
That spring up
On the road to the real water
But we could be in New England
Where there's always the potential
Of torrential rain or snow
Or cold or dark
Or darkness
Where a pessimistic view of weather
Can't help but permeate
The weight of your soul
They say we're California people
And I guess we are
But at least we don't have to go far
To find a reason
To be happy
At least we have each other
And at least we have sun
And when they run us out
We'll run towards the beach
And reach our hands into sand castles
To see if we can find our royalty
Trapped somewhere beneath
The warmth
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