Then I hear a voice from my soul's core sayin'
Pretty soon I'll be a drivin' fool
On Ocean Avenue
And the middle school punk rockers
And she gets home about a quarter to four
On this cold November day
And the rain pours down
And she looks back and she daydreams
And the rain pours down
Mmm
She irons his uniforms
"Freedom's just a metaphor
She might have loved him once
She does the dishes and
Over the gulf of Mexico
Like a holy waterfall
And she drives her brother to the liquor store
I'm parked on the state line
Over the gulf of Mexico
Just to keep from bein' blue
Over the gulf of Mexico, mmm
Like a holy waterfall
About things an' people she's never seen
You got nowhere to go"
Somewhere down this lost highway
The boardwalk's deserted
But that was so long ago
And she thinks
And the beach is all closed down
Ride their skateboards through the town
