West coast, you're onto something
I know it must be something fine
West coast, I'm taking back what's mine
Spring tides you know I wonder why
You don't always bring the summer
High tide, her memory drowns with you
(She will drown with you)
I know that I will too
Spaceships ought to know, the higher up we go
Rain turns into snow, that's why I'm cold
Red eyes and salty cheeks
Salt stains from the western sea
West coast, you've taken her from me
Jessie ought to know, the further down we go
The brine of Davey Jones, seizes up my bones
(bu*ter up my bones)
So bu*ter up my bones
(Hustle in, hustle out...)