I packed up my truck an' everything I I said my and threw away my 'phone, I know 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 back the ocean, sure the breeze keeps blowin'. Watchin' over the at night, Till the sun bright in the morning. I ain't worried a damn thing, Keep your gold watches and your rings. I'm tired of goin' through the I'm just back the ocean.
String bikinis an' 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 earn a dime but I wouldn't trade it: I'm workin' overtime on permanent vacation.
I'm just back the ocean, Makin' sure the keeps blowin'. Watchin' the stars at night, Till the sun bright in the morning. I worried 'bout a damn thing, Keep your gold and your brass rings. I'm tired of goin' through the I'm holding back the ocean.
It's up to you what you do with life. be spendin' mine.
I'm just holding the ocean, Makin' sure the keeps blowin'. Watchin' over the at night, Till the sun shines in the morning. I worried 'bout a damn thing, Keep gold watches and your brass rings. I'm of goin' through the motions: I'm holding back the ocean.
I'm of goin' through the motions: I'm just back the ocean.