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