High tide is up, and the water is coming in on the shore I usually wait until vacation but I sure can't take this city anymore Works been hell and that rush hour traffics never been a breeze Ain't no hustle where I'm goin' just a owntrade wind a blowing through the trees I don't need no sympathy that won't bring satisfaction Just need to charge my battery, had a bad reaction I'm gonna do my best to decompress Chill-axin I could fire up my old motorcycle and head up to the country where it's green Maybe head up to Montana, but there's something about the ocean that's serene Fifteen hundred miles, still got seven hundred left to do But it don't seem like forever when you know that your out runnin' the blues I don't need no sympathy 'cause that won't bring satisfaction Just need to charge my battery had a bad reaction Gonna do my best to decompress Chill-axin There's a worm in a bottle in a wide shot on the table To find my paradise, put this broken world on ice Chill-axin High tide is up, and the water is coming in on the shore I usually wait until vacation but I sure can't take this city anymore