Drawing up lines in the sand to be crossed and the Time from the sand is the time that we’ve lost and We’ll never get back But the patterns from sand Reveal themselves after the gravity I’ve got an exit strategy but it’s flawed ‘cause The one I’ve got has a certain company that when Deployed is giving second thoughts but now I’m Caught So now the tables turn around and I’m forced To reveal my strategy but in defense you counter And we go round and round We control our own dest- Iny-extraordinary forces then we are lost and Found We planted a camp on solid rock but we never Once gave a pause for thought for the ambush above From the beautiful hills-but beauty has a way of Fooling you Drawing lines in the sand to be crossed