Text: Suzanne Vega. 99.9 F°. Song of Sand.

If sand waves were sound waves
What song would be in the air now?
What stinging tune, could split this endless noon
And make the sky swell with rain?

If war were a game that a man or a child
Could think of winning
What kind of rule, can overthrow a fool?
And leave the land with no stain

If sand waves were sound waves
What song would be in the air now?
What stinging tune, could split this endless noon
And make the sky swell with rain?