Oceanside

 

 

At Rising tide

You're looking fresher than a July bride

We're picking up what our mothers always stigmatized.

The field is right for reaping

Oh well

I guess I'm something of a neer-do-well

(Even though that's something I could never do well)

I'm on track and keeping

But oh

If I could only get you ocean side

To lay your muscles wide...

It'd be heavenly

Oh...

If I could only coax you overboard

To leave these lulling shores

To get you oceanside.