Thank god it's quitting time Can't take no more of this weekday grind But I ain't ready to head back home and watch TV Guess I'll drive down to the pier Let the sun go down on a six pack of beer Stare out through my windshield at the sea In this gritty seacoast town Where the water pounds the sand Don't know why I'm so surprised Things didn't work out like I planned If I was a wave out on the ocean If I was a wave out on the sea Free to go whichever way the wind was blowing Maybe wash up on some farther shore Where these blues can't follow me Got a small apartment on Munjoy Hill Didn't want too much space to fill It's just a bed, a pull out couch and a kitchenette Weekends my kid ain't sleeping over There's just no point in trying to stay sober 'Cause there ain't no good example I need set In this gritty seacoast town Where the winter never ends Twice a day the tide goes out Heaven knows why it ever rolls back in If I was a wave out on the ocean If I was a wave out on the sea Free to go whichever way the wind was blowing Maybe wash up on some farther shore Where these blues can't follow me Maybe it's destiny Or just my mind playing tricks on me Keeps me wanting something that's always out of reach Maybe there's somebody somewhere else Who's somehow managed to convince himself He'd be happier if he washed up on this beach In this gritty seacoast town Five beer moon shining down on me I'll save the last one 'til I get back home God, I hope there ain't no re-runs on TV If I was a wave out on the ocean If I was a wave out on the sea Free to go whichever way the wind was blowing Maybe wash up on some farther shore Where these blues can't follow me