Song | Coastal Confessions |
Artist | Jimmy Buffett |
Album | License to Chill |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Jimmy Buffett Music:Jimmy Buffett | |
Well I'm a tidal pool explorer | |
From the days of my misspent youth. | |
I believe that down on the beach | |
Where the sea gulls preach | |
Is where the Chinese buried the truth. | |
So I dig in the sand | |
with my misguided hands | |
and if I dig deep enough | |
Hell I just might dig it up. | |
Talking about treasure | |
Talking about pleasure | |
Talking about love | |
Now I'm a reader of the night sky | |
And a singer of inordinate tunes. | |
That's how I float across time | |
Living way past my prime | |
Like a long lost baby's balloon. | |
So I hang on to the string | |
Work that whole gravity thing | |
But when my space ship 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 don't know what I'm supposed to do | |
Maybe invent me a story or two | |
I've got coastal confessions to make | |
How bout you | |
How bout you | |
They say that time is like a river | |
And stories are the key to the past | |
But now I'm stuck in between | |
Here at my typing machine | |
Trying to come up with some words that will last. | |
It's so easy to see that we live history | |
And if I just find the beat | |
I know I land on my feet | |
I always do | |
Hadn't got a clue | |
Does it comes from above. | |
And I don't know what I'm supposed to do | |
Maybe invent me a story or two | |
I've got coastal confessions to make | |
How bout you | |
How bout you | |
Let's go to church, Sonny... | |
(Bridge) | |
So bless me father, yes I have sinned. | |
Given the chance I'll probably do it again | |
I don't need absolution | |
Just a simple solution will do. | |
So let's talk about the future | |
Or the consequences of my past | |
I've got scars, I've got lines | |
I'm not hard to define | |
Just an altar boy coverin' his ass. | |
I know I can't run and hide | |
But just hang on for the ride | |
There will be laughter and tears | |
As we progress through the years | |
But still it's fun | |
Hey I'm not done | |
Gonna dance 'til I fall | |
And I don't know what I'm supposed to do | |
Maybe have me a boat drink or two | |
It's just the coastal confessions I hear | |
Tell the truth | |
Tell the truth | |
I've got some coastal confessions to make | |
How 'bout you, how 'bout you, how 'bout you, how 'bout you | |
And you, and you, and you | |
42 years since my last confession | |
Well father, do you have the rest of the week? | |
Let's get started | |
I had impure thoughts | |
I smoked some pot | |
Stole some peanut butter | |
Father, wake up. |
Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
Well I' m a tidal pool explorer | |
From the days of my misspent youth. | |
I believe that down on the beach | |
Where the sea gulls preach | |
Is where the Chinese buried the truth. | |
So I dig in the sand | |
with my misguided hands | |
and if I dig deep enough | |
Hell I just might dig it up. | |
Talking about treasure | |
Talking about pleasure | |
Talking about love | |
Now I' m a reader of the night sky | |
And a singer of inordinate tunes. | |
That' s how I float across time | |
Living way past my prime | |
Like a long lost baby' s balloon. | |
So I hang on to the string | |
Work that whole gravity thing | |
But when my space ship 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 don' t know what I' m supposed to do | |
Maybe invent me a story or two | |
I' ve got coastal confessions to make | |
How bout you | |
How bout you | |
They say that time is like a river | |
And stories are the key to the past | |
But now I' m stuck in between | |
Here at my typing machine | |
Trying to come up with some words that will last. | |
It' s so easy to see that we live history | |
And if I just find the beat | |
I know I land on my feet | |
I always do | |
Hadn' t got a clue | |
Does it comes from above. | |
And I don' t know what I' m supposed to do | |
Maybe invent me a story or two | |
I' ve got coastal confessions to make | |
How bout you | |
How bout you | |
Let' s go to church, Sonny... | |
Bridge | |
So bless me father, yes I have sinned. | |
Given the chance I' ll probably do it again | |
I don' t need absolution | |
Just a simple solution will do. | |
So let' s talk about the future | |
Or the consequences of my past | |
I' ve got scars, I' ve got lines | |
I' m not hard to define | |
Just an altar boy coverin' his ass. | |
I know I can' t run and hide | |
But just hang on for the ride | |
There will be laughter and tears | |
As we progress through the years | |
But still it' s fun | |
Hey I' m not done | |
Gonna dance ' til I fall | |
And I don' t know what I' m supposed to do | |
Maybe have me a boat drink or two | |
It' s just the coastal confessions I hear | |
Tell the truth | |
Tell the truth | |
I' ve got some coastal confessions to make | |
How ' bout you, how ' bout you, how ' bout you, how ' bout you | |
And you, and you, and you | |
42 years since my last confession | |
Well father, do you have the rest of the week? | |
Let' s get started | |
I had impure thoughts | |
I smoked some pot | |
Stole some peanut butter | |
Father, wake up. |
Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
Well I' m a tidal pool explorer | |
From the days of my misspent youth. | |
I believe that down on the beach | |
Where the sea gulls preach | |
Is where the Chinese buried the truth. | |
So I dig in the sand | |
with my misguided hands | |
and if I dig deep enough | |
Hell I just might dig it up. | |
Talking about treasure | |
Talking about pleasure | |
Talking about love | |
Now I' m a reader of the night sky | |
And a singer of inordinate tunes. | |
That' s how I float across time | |
Living way past my prime | |
Like a long lost baby' s balloon. | |
So I hang on to the string | |
Work that whole gravity thing | |
But when my space ship 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 don' t know what I' m supposed to do | |
Maybe invent me a story or two | |
I' ve got coastal confessions to make | |
How bout you | |
How bout you | |
They say that time is like a river | |
And stories are the key to the past | |
But now I' m stuck in between | |
Here at my typing machine | |
Trying to come up with some words that will last. | |
It' s so easy to see that we live history | |
And if I just find the beat | |
I know I land on my feet | |
I always do | |
Hadn' t got a clue | |
Does it comes from above. | |
And I don' t know what I' m supposed to do | |
Maybe invent me a story or two | |
I' ve got coastal confessions to make | |
How bout you | |
How bout you | |
Let' s go to church, Sonny... | |
Bridge | |
So bless me father, yes I have sinned. | |
Given the chance I' ll probably do it again | |
I don' t need absolution | |
Just a simple solution will do. | |
So let' s talk about the future | |
Or the consequences of my past | |
I' ve got scars, I' ve got lines | |
I' m not hard to define | |
Just an altar boy coverin' his ass. | |
I know I can' t run and hide | |
But just hang on for the ride | |
There will be laughter and tears | |
As we progress through the years | |
But still it' s fun | |
Hey I' m not done | |
Gonna dance ' til I fall | |
And I don' t know what I' m supposed to do | |
Maybe have me a boat drink or two | |
It' s just the coastal confessions I hear | |
Tell the truth | |
Tell the truth | |
I' ve got some coastal confessions to make | |
How ' bout you, how ' bout you, how ' bout you, how ' bout you | |
And you, and you, and you | |
42 years since my last confession | |
Well father, do you have the rest of the week? | |
Let' s get started | |
I had impure thoughts | |
I smoked some pot | |
Stole some peanut butter | |
Father, wake up. |