Filled Up

Shelled out along the road. Vacated shores with no one home Sand's Sand 'till it looks in the glass. I'd say the time has passed Up It's passed up. Up. It's passed Up I'm picked up. Up. I look up and I say It's Filled Up. With the sun in her hair It's Filled Up. With the wind in her stare It's Filled Up. A Full Cup Tide grows and hands they foam, a salty finger but a sweet tooth shows You're a biter, but I know that taffy's tough blue jeans are cuffed Hand shake with a tree, toe touch Palm Springs and Up It's passed Up. Up. It's Passed Up I'm picked Up. Up. Cup. And I say It's Filled Up. With the sun in her hair It's Filled Up. With the wind in her stare It's Filled Up. A Full Cup