South Padre Island
By Samuel Cornett
You’ve been on my mind,
To it, my friend,
I never shall go
To it, my crush,
Who I’ll never know.
South Padre Island,
Why do you put yourself through this?
The drive, the drinking, the heat,
The dirty brown water, the waves,
The people there who come and go
All the way down to Mexico
My friends, the girls and the boys
Who I’ll never know
The parties and the houses
Where I’ll never go.
South Padre Island,
That’s the part of me that’s always
been burning,
Because you’re more beautiful
Than Port Aransas, but I can never have you
Because I love you:
And there’s a part of me that knows
How if I have you,
I could never love you
But maybe I could
And that’s a dilemma and a promise
That I’ve put myself through
On the gray sandy beaches
And the windy windy waves.
Only in my mind, the parties,
the houses of South Padre Island:
Your tan, the color of
Wet dirty brown sand.
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