Highway to the Coast

Everybody's talking up a fool of themselves, me I ain't humble sometimes. I've got some money babe, let's buy a car, get out of this town and see how far we can spend our time.

If you've got something to say won't you say it, I've got no memory for lines. The highway to the coast is only fifteen miles, we can drive all day, find a way to get by.

Somethings only happen in dream.
But nothing is as far as it seems.
When you're free.

There's silver on the water from the sun and the fog. The fishing boats are headed to sea. Everybody wants to feel the wind in their hair and put themselves out there into the everywhere and the anything.

But minutes make up hours and there's hours in days, the days are always fading by. A month ain't enough to make it up to yourself when you're spending your wealth, counting your money and passing the time.

Somethings only happen in dream.
But nothing is as far as it seems.
When you're free.

You can pick up every nickel just to get ahead and spend them all on nursery rhymes. Find a little luck at the bottom of the well and hope that nobody can tell when the cards get dealt if it don't turn out right.

Or you can wake up in the morning when you ain't got nothing, and be happy when the sun doesn't shine. Find a little luck at the bottom of the well and hope that nobody can tell when the cards get dealt if it don't turn out right.

Somethings only happen in dream.
But nothing is as far as it seems.
When you're free.

Somethings only happen in dream.
But nothing is as far as it seems.