Wild Strawberries

Beachcombers in dozens on raging walls [unverified]
Sun, salt and sea, walkin down the halls
Im wondering where the murdering town
Im beating a hundred from way down below

Theres a place you could call me out, in Ohio
Youre down in the numbers, youre listed forty five
You heard and you answered, Im not dead, Im alive
Youll walk on a tightrope, wear the suit of a clown

You rear back in anger, dont forget, theres no answer
Watch your feet and where theyre goin
Dont forget youre a dancer