Christine Lavin - 85° lyrics

She's a relative youngster, just 52 Been living here since '76 With a curious laugh She describes how it is Her neighbors get their kicks "They all talk about what they once were Or what it is their children do I guess they're own lives ended years ago Maybe mine did too" Miami Beach in November It's 85 degrees I wade into the water My pants rolled up to my knees The sparkling surf The bubbling foam Explode against the shore A sailboat heads for the horizon I wonder what it's leaving for He was born and raised on Miami Beach Went to college way out west He moved back here five years ago His mom and dad's request "They treat me like I'm their little boy Every time I come home late They'd like to see me married But they never approve Of any of the girls I date" Miami Beach in November It's 85 degrees I wade into the water Up to my knees The salty surf The bitter foam Slap against the shore A sailboat heads for the horizon I wonder what it's leaving for Oh what a perfect setting What a perfect sky Oh a perfectly awful looking drifter Is trying to catch my eye "Be careful" he said "There's a riptide It almost carried me away Though you're only knee deep You had better take care The ocean's unpredictable today I'm from Southern California And from what I can judge You too are a stranger here Could you lend this beachcomber A couple of bucks I'm dying for a beer" Miami Beach in November It's 85 degrees I wade into the water Up to my knees The satiny surf The lacy foam Slamdancing with the shore A sailboat heads for the horizon I wonder what it's leaving for A sailboat slips over the horizon I wonder what it's heading for.