Wild Strawberries

Beachcombers in dozens arranging the walls [unverified]
Sun, salt and sea, walkin' down the halls
I'm wondering where's a 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