By the time I got there
The signs were posted up and stacked
Everybody's going...
But the police told me to turn on back
Barricade imposing
Cars block the road
All I wanted was to go back
Didn't notice the waves turned black
Heaven is all empty
No bodies baking away in the sun
Turn me away
The beach is closed
Til sometime in late may
So I turned away, reluctant to go back
At home was TV ... and a bunch of greasy snacks
Blew up a baby pool, stuck my feet in, tried to stay cool
Pulled out a cold beer... breathed a sigh, thinking of my fears
Heaven is all empty
No bodies baking away in the sun
Turn me away
The beach is closed
Til sometime in late may