In Caffeineland all jobs get done
We live by the gun
And life is just a plan for one
In textbook terms and rules of thumb
I walk outside but I freeze in the sun
Having deferred to the longer run
I give up my right to be young
My blood flows as the joyride comes
And my heart says to grab on
But my fingers are numb
Beach state rocking
Everybody's talking
But it's all been told
It's never old
Beach state rocking
Christmas without stockings
It's the formal code
It's all you own
It takes the children from their homes
Cathy-Ann and all her friends
Are downstairs again
And high school memories fill my head
A time to treasure, so I've read
But summer is dead
And pleasure means nothing, so they said
And so I had some pain instead
I turned my face when tears were shed
And nobody knew that I followed
Each cheer she led
I felt dizzy as I walked the beach
And the sunbathers gave no sound
But the radios all told me
What was not lost can't be found
Well I'd call myself an artist if I could
Make these feelings clear
But there's a million things to think about
When you're cutting off your ear
Beach state rocking
Everybody's talking
But it's all been told
It's never old
Beach state rocking
Christmas without stockings
It's the formal code
It's all you own
It takes the children from their homes
Beach state rocking
Everybody's talking
But it's all been told
It's never old
Beach state rocking
Christmas without stockings
It's the formal code
It's all you own
It takes the children from their homes