Upon the spot
That time forgot
And maps don't mean a thing

The tripod stood
The camera shook
And winter turned to spring

The money came
From up the coast
And hunters followed on

The sun was down
The air was close
And [?]

This place, it could be Cookie Bay
Without the summer rain
Now nothing seems that far away
And people dress the same

The shepherd herded down the hill
And crossed the stretching sand
The waves cut into solid rock
Exchanging rock for sand

Ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba ba