Wild Strawberries

Beachcombers in dozens
On raging walls
Sun, salt, and sea 
Walkin' down the halls 
I'm wondering where 
The murdering town 
I'm beating a hundred 
From way down below 
There's a place you could call me 
Out in Ohio 
You're down in the numbers 
You're listed forty-five 
You heard and you answered 
"I'm not dead, I'm alive" 
You'll walk on a tightrope 
Wear the suit of a clown 
You rear back in anger 
Don't forget there's no answer 
Watch your feet and where they're goin' 
Don't forget you're a dancer