I went for a walk on the beach last night
Met a man with a plastic knife carving castles in the sand
He amazed me
I said, Hey, mister, man I need to know
Can you work that kind of magic on my soul
Can you heal a heart
Can you save me?
He looked up and he shook his head
I'll never forget the words he said
Sandcastles fall apart when the tide comes in
You can build them up with all your might, but in the end
When you wake up in the morning
It doesn't matter the shape or the plan
You just have to build them up again
He said, I'm pretty good at working the sand
But there's only one who can take your hand
And make you into someone good and strong
He's the Rock you need to build on
He won't be gone when the morning comes, like
Chorus
The wise man built his house upon the rock
And the foolish man, well, we all know where he went wrong
Cause sandcastles fall apart when the storms roll in
You can build them up with all your heart, but in the end
When the rains fall and the floods come
It doesn't matter how perfect your plan
Tey wash away like the shifting sand
Sandcastles fall apart when the tide comes in...