The Coast

I'm gonna head down to the coast
Where nothing ever seems to matter
You know I love it there the most
When every piece of my world gets scatteredBlue skies, green water
White birds in the air
Brown skin, blue collar
And the wind blowing in my hairAnd I wrote you this little note
And I never even sent the letter
But I still want you to know
I found a place I feel a whole lot betterWith blue skies, green water
White birds in the air
Brown skin, blue collar
And the wind blowing in my hairBlue skies, green water
White birds in the air
Brown skin, blue collar
And the wind blowing in my hairI'm gonna leave my old winter coat
And I won't even need a sweater
I'm gonna sit out on a boat
'Cause it's time for some sunny weatherAnd blue skies, green water
White birds in the air
Brown skin, blue collar
And the wind blowing in my hair
In my hairBlue skies, green water
White birds in the air
Brown skin, blue collar
And the wind blowing in my hair
And the wind blowing in my hair