I packed up my truck an' I owned: I said my goodbye's and away my 'phone, I didn't know where I was goin', so I drove. South of Miami, down the Keys, Road fin'lly ended I hit the sea. Sent a home sayin': "Don't y'all worry 'bout me."
I'm just back the ocean, Makin' the breeze keeps blowin'. Watchin' the stars at night, Till the sun shines in the morning. I ain't worried 'bout a thing, Keep gold watches and your brass rings. I'm tired of goin' through the I'm just back the ocean.
String bikinis an' long hair, An' you can the salt in the air. People laughin' and actin' like don't have 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 this vacation.
I'm just back the ocean, Makin' the breeze keeps blowin'. over the stars at night, Till the sun shines in the morning. I ain't worried 'bout a thing, Keep your gold and your brass rings. I'm of goin' through the motions: I'm holding back the ocean.
It's up to you you do with your life. I'll be mine.
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 worried 'bout a thing, Keep your watches and your brass rings. I'm tired of through the motions: I'm just holding the ocean.
I'm tired of goin' through the I'm just holding the ocean.