Take me out with the high tide, making fun of my own timeTryna hide on the bright side, feel the light of a like mindThough I'm bored on the inside, take it out by doing all I canSunday through Saturday, I lose my way, I lose my wayBut somehow these golden days will come again, they'll come againI'll be waiting on the coast, holding on to better daysWhistling to the wolves, howling out my melodiesIn the back of my mind, I feel the gold returnIn the warmth and the light of a like mindI keep the fire burning, waiting on the coastThis hardly takes my head offSweet chains of evergreen lifeThis hardly takes my head offThose golden days in my mindI'll be waiting on the coast, holding on to better daysWhistling to the wolves, howling out my melodiesIn the back of my mind, I feel the gold returnIn the warmth and the light of a like mindI'll keep the fire burning, waiting on the coastI'll be waiting on the coast, holding on to better daysTake me out with a high styleMaking fun of my own styleI'll be waiting on the coast, holding on to better daysIn the warmth and the light of a like mind