Dead on the Beach

Dead on the beach, you’re on your phone
I only see my mother’s face alone
Calling out your name, help me
I’m calling out your name, help me

Your mother called me up and told me you’d just gone
And in the same breath, said maybe you’d come home
And I’m calling out your name, don’t go
And I’m calling out your name, don’t go

A man lifts me up, he brings me to the shade
I can tell it’s not you, you don’t wear these shoes
And I’m calling out your name, don’t go (help me)
And I’m calling out your name, don’t go (help me)