Take me out with the high tide,
making fun of my own time
Tryna hide on the bright side,
feel the light of a like mind
Though I'm bored on the inside,
take it out by doing all I can
Sunday through Saturday,
I lose my way,
I lose my way
But somehow these golden days will come again,
they'll come again
I'll be waiting on the coast,
holding on to better days
Whistling through the walls,
howling out my melodies
In the back of my mind,
I feel the glory turn in the warmth and the light
I'll keep the fire burning,
waiting on the coast
Whistling through the walls,
howling out my melodies
Whistling through the walls,
howling out my melodies
Whistling through the walls,
howling out my melodies
This heartache takes my head off,
sweet dreams of evergreen life
This heartache takes my head off,
those golden days in my mind
I'll be waiting on the coast,
holding on to better days
Whistling through the walls,
howling out my melodies
In the back of my mind,
I feel the glory turn in the warmth and the light
I'll keep the fire burning,
waiting on the coast