"Next to the Bay"
by Daniel Triana. Circa 1986/7

Falling raindrops on my head.
A view, of the past instead.
Bring life to those once dead.
In the name of man he said.
Next to the bay, next to the bay

He knows what is right.
He knows the light and walks home alone at night.

Nothing is out of my way.
He told me this one day.
I didn't know what to say.
I lay next to the bay,
I lay next to the bay.
Next to the bay...