Flippin dippin trippin tippy trop
gotta moonbeam in my brain gonna blow my goshdurn fuckin top
don’t sweat it baby hush let’s head down to the coffee shop
cruisin’ like a missile that a concrete wall won’t stop
Listening to the waves softly crash against the seawall
The sunset painting pictures in the inside of my eyes
Boats pulling into harbor to unload their daily catch
Gulls starting arguments, fighting for the scraps
The tide is at its peak to prepare the day for night
I’m a thousand miles away but still drinking in the smell
salt and mist mingle with the coming autumn chill
Some memories might leave me but the ocean never will

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