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How the Deserts Were Made

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Ever since the beginning of time
There’s been songs written about heartache
And man’s forever quest to get over it
This song ain’t much different
It includes all the same cliches
Difference is, it’s about the first original heartache
At the start of time, world was made
Man was there but he got lonely, so
Woman was made and it all went downhill from there
Somewhere down the road woman got
Restless and tired of his stink, she
Decided she’d be better off without that bum


With the sands of time, 
The hourglass empties
Desert sure is dry
You can’t get water 
From a stone 
Man wasn’t meant to be alone


Man was sad and this was a new feeling
Never felt before, his
Eyes swelled up and a spray came forth
Sand poured from his eyes, he
Beat his chest and carried on
Yeah, that’s right, I said sand poured from his eyes
Like I said this was all brand new
Not without a few bugs to work out, and
Back then sand was the way of expressing sadness
So man set out across the earth
Crying sand all the way
He didn’t know where he was going, so he just kept walking
All the places he wandered looking for
Something to cheer him up
Sand piled higher and the deserts were made


With the sands of time, 
The hourglass empties
Desert sure is dry
You can’t get water 
From a stone 
Man wasn’t meant to be alone


He walked to the edge, the very
Edge of the world and
There he found the maker
He said, “I don’t know if you’re open for
Suggestions or criticisms but this
Stuff from my eyes burns like hell”
Don’t get me wrong, I think you done
Great with every little thing, but this
Way of making sad just ain’t working
Creator stepped up and said, hey thanks bud, I was kinda
Worried about that when we laid it down, I was
Hoping we’d never need to use it.
First thing first, and with a 
Wave of his wand, the
Sand in the man’s eye turned to salt water
Second thing is - being
Sad’s alright, but it would be pretty
Soggy ‘round here, if it lasted forever
Man needs a way to get 
Over stuff, to
Drown his sorrows and move on
Creator took a chunk of that man’s liver
Made himself a bartender from it
Bartender took out some highball glasses and poured the whiskey
The three of them had a drink, sat down
Talked about all that was troubling them,
Creator said, don’t worry boys, this rounds on me


With the sands of time, 
The hourglass empties
Desert sure is dry
You can’t get water 
From a stone 
Man wasn’t meant to be alone