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 to the wolves, howling out my melodies
In the back of my mind, I feel the gold return
In the warmth and the light of a like mind
I keep the fire burning, waiting on the coast
This hardly takes my head off
Sweet chains of evergreen life
This hardly takes my head off
Those golden days in my mind
I'll be waiting on the coast, holding on to better days
Whistling to the wolves, howling out my melodies
In the back of my mind, I feel the gold return
In the warmth and the light of a like mind
I'll keep the fire burning, waiting on the coast
I'll be waiting on the coast, holding on to better days
Take me out with a high style
Making fun of my own style
I'll be waiting on the coast, holding on to better days
In the warmth and the light of a like mind