On the beach, writing in the sand She's a throwaway from the promised land All she owns is on her back She carries everything in a little papersack She writes her story in the sand each day The tide rolls in to wash it all away, wash it all away She's trying to tell us how sad it seems To spend your life a prisoner of a dream She' s very fragile and she lost her mind Her life is precious, but the world is so unkind, it's so unkind Her eyes are empty as she madly writes She starts in the morning, she goes till late at night Late at night She writes her story in the sand each day The tide rolls in to wash it all away She's trying to tell us how sad it seems To spend your life a prisoner of a dream She's a prisoner She understands there's no way out She can't figure what the dream is all about What's it all about? She does her sleepîng out on the street She burns a little money, wraps rags around her feet Rags around her feet She writes her story in the sand each day The tide rolls in to wash it all away She's trying to tell us how sad it seems To live your life a prisoner of a dream YOu know she's just a prisoner, she's a prisoner All alone each and every day It's a land of plenty, but she's got nowhere to stay She's got nowhere to stay The streets and alleys is where she lives 'Cause the land of plenty, it got no more to give Got no more to give A cardboard box gonna be her bed The sky's the only roof above her head The streets are teaching her what it means To be a prisoner of the American dream She's a prisoner, she's a prisoner, she's a prisoner She's a prisoner, just a prisoner. She's a prisoner