as the rolling waves crash along the beach and our minds were meant to sail take a rest from our thoughts take a brake from this world and we'll feel miles away
Francisco? Every day so caffeinated, I wish they were Golden Gated Fillmore couldn't feel more miles away So wrap me up return to sender, let's forget this five year
I winked my eye and I said "You know, I got a funny kind of feelin' We'll be comin' back again next year" 'Cause I've been all around this great big
I was on the outskirts of a little southern town Trying to reach my destination before the sun went down The old CB was blarin' away on Channel 1-9 When
How many miles will it take To see the sun And how many years until it's done Kiss my confusion away in the night Lay by side when the morning comes And the baby looks around
And it's small and it's mean and it's cold But if you come around just as the sun goes down You can watch the whole thing turn to gold It's around about
room? Working some job - just to have something to do. Just to have a place to put yourself Just to have a way to get away from them A chance to get away
a long, long time" Then he smiled and looked away And asked me if I'd heard of happiness I told him that it just might take a while Maybe some years, and a lot of miles
volcano He is a t-shirt He stands on stilts But doesn't stand for funny stuff Ask me He just hasn't been around the sun enough He paints self-portraits
And it's small and it's mean and it's cold But if you come around just as the sun goes down You can watch the whole town turn to gold It's around about
call you friend Even in the darkest winter Or under the blinding sun Even when the faith of ages Deserts you These years here drive on by Cars full
Morning came through my window Didn't stop to say hello Quickly made way for afternoon Afternoon stuck around Only 'till the sun went down Suddenly I
into the evening sun We sailed through constellations and were rutted by the storm I crumpled under cudgel blows and finally came ashore I spent the next two years
years and a loss of life Death rattles a mile away from your restless symphony The ridden thought unsound The shadows that crept lonely all around The
got the nerve to feel you want me out the picture But I was never in it, I'm the frame around the flick Or dishin' in the mouth of your dame around my
limo Thousands of miles away But there are no lies in your blue eyes Only a summer day, oh, a sweet summer day When all the sun shines down on you Everyone