Muezzin for the Older Guy

Walking on the beach with your cuffs rolled up, they found you
With your mobile off and your inbox full, what's got into you?
There's a turn-off up ahead
It's a few good years and you're dead

Waiting for your bags at the carousel, they paged you
Put your kid on the phone, "Daddy come home, I miss you"
There's a dreamscape opening up
It's a feeling we're all fucked

And the palm fronds they wave to you
They haunt you in your sleep
And the mermaids are singing too
The water's cool and deep

Stopped at the lights on the hot summer night it hit you
There may well be no one left in the world to miss you
It's a long way to go back
It's a driveway heart attack

And the Muezzin calls to you
He wakes you from your sleep
And the sweat-drenched nightmares
Pin you by your feet

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