I'll drive until I finally reach the sea
There's a tilt-a-whirl and the hot dogs are all free
I'll kick the tires
Drive round the block
take it slow
'cause I got bad shocks
I need some salt in my breeze.

Chorus:
Am7
I'm gonna try
C7 Am7
To let some ugly things just pass me by
C7 Am7
Watching stop lights change will get me high
C7 Am7 G
Forgetting who I am is my disguise
Am7
I don't see
C7 Am7
Any point in crushing bumble bees
C7 Am7
The summer almost over let them be
C7 Am7 G7
I need to feel the grass under my feet.
Am7 C7
Ba-baaaa, Ah-Ahhhhh
Am7 C7
Ba-baaaa, Ah-Ahhhhh
Am7 C7 G
Ba-baaaa, Ah-Ahhhhh

Verse:
I hear the motel pool calling me
I'm feeling like a nap its half past three
I'll skip the slide
Climb down the side
Lay my head back
and recline
and let myself float free

Things that I must before I die
My journal list is long miles high

The sun is up
I'm feeling tight
I need something to make it right
And get me on my way.

Repeat Chorus