well im 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

i just might dig it up

talk about treasure

talk about pleasure

talk about love



now im a reader of the night sky

and a singer of an order of tunes

thats how i float across time

livin way past my prime

like a long lost baby's balloon

so i hang onto 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



and i dont know what im supposed to do

maybe an envious glory or two

ive got coastal confessions to make

how bout you



they say that time is like a river

and stories are the key to the past

but now im stuck in between

here at my typing machine

tryin to come up with some words that will last

its so easy to see

that we live history

and if i just find the beat

i know ill land on my feet

i always do

havent got a clue

because it comes from above



and i dont know what im supposed to do

maybe an envious glory or two

ive got coastal confessions to make

how bout you

how bout you



so bless me father as i have sinned

given the chance id probobly do it again

i dont need absolution

just a simple solution

will do



so lets talk about the future

or the consequences of my past

ive got scars

ive got lines

im not hard to define

just an alterboy coverin his ass

i know i cant run and hide

just hang on for the ride

there will be laughter and tears

as we progress through the years

but still its fun

hey im not done

im gonna dance till i fall



and i dont know what im supposed to do

maybe have me a boat drink or two

its still the coastal confessions i hear

tell the truth

tell the truth

ive got some coastal confessions to make

how bout you

how bout you

how bout you

and you and you and you



its been 42 years since my last confession. 

well Father do you have the rest of the week? 

lets get started. 

i had impure thoughts, i smoked some pot, 

stole some peanut butter, Father wake up!