Grand Bend

I saw you again in Grand Bend

I watched you strut on the sun’s stage

You were there but you weren’t here

You dropped the mic  ’n a few F bombs ’n disappeared

In a tequila filled Coco hotel room

you told our guests to leave their shoes on

even though you’d never dare at their place

winks exploding from the perfect look of your face

You had this messy windblown web in your hair

The ends were curled in behind your ears

I imagined I was you and I never felt

so beautiful being someone else

When you served, you’d swear like a sailor

You never left us with a lonely coaster

There are men without women back at the beach

and in between the fridge and the counter

grocery lists are lost for lady friends

in this lonely Coco hotel room in Grand Bend

So this night, tonight, there’s no redemption

I’ll text the wrongs for the right reasons

I’ll text the wrongs for the right reasons