"The Sight Of The Wind" lyrics - ROBERT WYATT

We could hear it
Before the shutters were open,
The wind on the beach.

Then we found miniature sand dunes
On the concrete of the balcony
And a dead leaf zig-zagging,
Scratching an urgent message in Sanskrit
Before hitching a ride on a frisky gust.
A plastic bag caught by a rail
Rearing to go, in such a flap
We set it free
To join a page of last week's news
Racing high above the undulating beach,
And the invisible flying sand
Casting a fast moving shadow
Stroking the beach clean.
Yesterday's footprints vanished,
Replaced by smooth rippling wave formations,
A copy of the sea.
No one walking,
Not even the dogs.

A day for the rubbish to dance.