I packed up my an' everything I owned: I my goodbye's and threw away my 'phone, I didn't where I was goin', so I just drove. of Miami, down through the Keys, Road fin'lly when I hit the sea. Sent a postcard home sayin': "Don't worry 'bout me."
I'm just holding the ocean, Makin' sure the breeze blowin'. over the stars at night, Till the sun bright in the morning. I ain't 'bout a damn thing, Keep your gold watches and brass rings. I'm tired of goin' the motions: I'm holding back the ocean.
String an' long blonde hair, An' you can taste the in the air. People laughin' and actin' like they don't a prayer. twenty-four seven at my new occupation. Don't even a dime but I wouldn't trade it: I'm workin' overtime on this vacation.
I'm holding back the ocean, Makin' the breeze keeps blowin'. Watchin' the stars at night, Till the sun bright in the morning. I worried 'bout a damn thing, your gold watches and your brass rings. I'm tired of goin' through the I'm just holding the ocean.
It's up to you what you do with life. be spendin' mine.
I'm just back the ocean, sure the breeze keeps blowin'. Watchin' over the at night, Till the sun bright in the morning. I ain't 'bout a damn thing, your gold watches and your brass rings. I'm tired of through the motions: I'm just back the ocean.
I'm tired of through the motions: I'm just back the ocean.