prince of tides

african drums are silent and the wingos

are poets at last

out on dafuskie island

the bulldozers

bury the past

and the low country sinks

she cannot swim

the dogwood feels the hurt

while the foursome plays on borrowed days in

their alligator shirts

now i realize who killed the prince of tides

how can you tell how it used to be

when there's nothing left to see

one night they put a price on the sunset and that

got the whole earth shakin'

those rose from the grave both the weak and the brave

'cause history was there for the makin'

and the winos surrounded the condos forming

a frail human fence

and they shouted out loud to the roar of the crowd

same old story