Well i�m a tidal pool explorer
from the days of my misspent youth
i believe that down on the beach
where the seagulls preach
is where the chinese buried the truth so i dig in the sand with my misguided hands
and if i dig deep enough
hell i just might dig it up
talkin� �bout treasure
talkin� �bout pleasure
talkin� �bout love
Now i�m a reader of the night sky
and a singer of inordinate tunes
that�s how i float across time
livin� way past my prime
like a long lost baby�s balloon
So i hang on to the string
work that whole gravity thing
but when my spaceship goes pop
back to the earth i will drop
into the sea or the limbs of a tree
or the wings of my love
Chorus
And i don�t know what i�m supposed to do
maybe invent me a story or two
i�ve got coastal confessions to make
how �bout you
how �bout you
They say that time is like a river
and stories are the key to the past
but now i�m stuck in between
here at my typing machine
tryin� to come up with some words that will last
It�s so easy to see that we live history
and if i just find the beat
i know i�ll land on my feet
i always do hadn�t got a clue
does it come from above
And i don�t know what i�m supposed to do
maybe invent me a story or two
i�ve got coastal confessions to make
how �bout you
how �bout you
Bridge
So bless me father yes i have sinned
given the chance i�ll prob�ly do it again
i don�t need absolution just a simple solution will do
So let�s talk about the future
or the consequences of my past
i�ve got scars, i�ve got lines
i�m not hard to define
just an altar boy coverin� his ass
i know i can�t run and hide
but just hang on for the ride
there will be laughter and tears
as you progress through the years
but still it�s fun hey i�m not done
gonna dance till i fall
Chorus
And i don�t know what i�m supposed to do
maybe have me a boat drink or two
it�s good for coastal confessions i hear
tell the truth
tell the truth
I�ve got some coastal confessions to make
how �bout you
how �bout you
how �bout you
how �bout you
� 2004 coral reefer music (bmi)