|
Get the move on, I'll pack a lunch. |
|
Tell my mom that we can fit a bunch |
|
More in her car. |
|
See if she's cool using my car. |
|
I can drive so fast |
|
I turn hands into airplane wings, |
|
Oh the things that life's made of-- |
|
They seem so made up. |
|
Everything seems better by the seaside, |
|
With the sand and sun in your eyes |
|
You're blinded dumb. |
|
And the fire hits the water |
|
And the sky turns red |
|
And it doesn't matter what was said |
|
When days are done. |
|
Well, let's have some fun. |
|
I've been thinking about the day, |
|
But you've been |
|
Chasing the thoughts away. |
|
Well not together |
|
All of those thoughts will stay |
|
Out on a beach in the half moon bay. |
|
The old familiar 84, |
|
It still drives like it did before, |
|
When we'd come out here in the summer-- |
|
When we'd come back through with a sunburn |
|
And I'd kiss you while Scott took the wheel |
|
Because I knew just how it'd make you feel. |
|
Our wonder years ring like thunder |
|
Across other years. It's no wonder |
|
That |
|
Everything seems better by the seaside on a beach in the Half Moon Bay |
