Draw Another Line

Draw another line in the sand
Say come to here but no further
As if the sand was at your command, it didn't blow always
Despite the anthem played by your band, despite
The colours flying from the flag pole, very soon
You'll overplay your hand and the sand won't stay
As it drifts around high above the ground
It's the only thing you can see
But come the next new moon, there's a new
Sand dune where your lying used to be
Make another final demand, burn your fist down hard on the table
But you don't have the strength in your hand that you used to do
As it drifts around high above the ground
It's the only thing you can see
But come the next new moon, there's a new
Sand dune where your lying used to be
Draw another line in the sand, say come to here but no further
As if the sand was at your command and didn't blow always