Lucinda

<br>We met one summer evening <br>As the sun was going down <br>She was lying on the beach <br>In her graduation gown <br>She was wrapped up in a blanket <br>(I could tell she knew her way around) <br>And as I lay down beside her <br>You know she never made a sound <br>On down the beach came the beach-cleaning man <br>Scoopin` up the papers and flattening down the sand <br>"Lucinda, Lucinda, Lucinda - we`ve got to run away <br>That big white truck is closin` in <br>And we`ll get wounded if we stay" <br>Now Lucinda lies buried `neath the California sand <br>Put under by the beach-cleaning man <br>Lucinda, Lucinda, Lucinda - why`d you have to go? <br>They sent her to high school <br>They sent her to low school <br>She just wouldn`t go further