Coastal Confessions lyrics
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Artist: Jimmy Buffett Album: License To Chill
Lyrics
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 chineese 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' about treasure Talkin' about pleasure Talkin' about 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 about you, how about 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 Trying 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 Haven't got a clue Cause they come from above
(Chorus)
Let's go to church, sonny
So bless me father Yes, I have sinned Given the chance I'll probably 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 alter 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 we 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 got some coastal confessions to make How about you, how about you How about you, how about you 'N you, 'n you, 'n you
(Spoken:) Uh, 42 years since my last confession Well, father, do you have the rest of the week Let's get started I had impure thoughts I smoked some pot Stole some peanut butter Father, wake up...
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