I was lying in bed when I got the notion
I got to get my body to the Atlantic Ocean
I don't need no towel or suntan lotion
Just the sand and the water and the constant motion

I put on my shoes and took to the street
I had to put some sidewalk under these feet
And I set off in the morning heat
Until I got to the place where land and water meet

I took it all in as I lugged around
All the things that I'd been, people I'd found
And the knowledge that after a lifetime of making sound
I'm bound to end up quiet, deep underground

But in this life of mine I can't seem to find no

Peace

We struggle every day just to watch it slip away

From the water in my hair, to the salt on my tongue
From the dirt in my eye, to the smoke in my lungs
We're all built from scraps that we're found among
Just little bits and pieces of what we'll become

When the sun sets down I'm light like a balloon
Full of air, and whisk(e)y, and evening cartoons
And I rise up to meet the summer moon
Until I float just like the chorus of another pop tune

But in this life of mine I can't seem to find no

Peace

We struggle every day just to watch it slip away

I was lying in bed when I got the notion
I got to get my body to the Atlantic Ocean
I don't need no towel or suntan lotion
Just the sand and the water and the constant motion