this is a song about sandra weinhard, who imaginarily is the daughter of henry weinhard, maker of a fine local brew, recently sold out to one of the big names, who will not receive advertising on this site.
this is also about the weinhard hotel in dayton, washington, where rachel and i stayed after we got married.
I saw the sun rise in the morning
A lazy dew on the decanter
It seems the flowers in your planter
Water and light is all that matters
I ran my finger on the railing
Ash from yesterday's burnt horizen
"What's in your ear now?"
"Songs from last night."
Your memory is quite surprising
I saw the sun set in the evening
A day had gone past, nothing happened
I guess I didn't say the right words
That's why nothing happened
Hello, Sandra Weinhard
The view is nice from your apartment
Woo-oo-ahh, Woo-oo-ahh, Woo-oo-ahh, Woo-oo-ahh