Coastal Confessions Jimmy Buffett

[Verse 1]
Well, I'm a tidal pool explorer
From the days of my misspent youth
I believe that down on the beach, where the seagulls preach
Is where the Chinese buried the truth

[Pre-Chorus 1]
So I dig in the sand with my misguided hands
And if I dig deep enough, hell, I just might dig it up
Talking about treasure, talking about pleasure
Talking about love

[Verse 2]
Now I'm a reader of the night sky
And a singer of inordinate tunes
That's how I float across time, living way past my prime
Like a long lost baby's balloon

[Pre-Chorus 2]
So I hang on to the string, work that whole gravity thing
But when my space ship goes pop, back to the earth I will drop
Into the sea, or the limbs of a tree
Or the wings of my love

[Chorus 1]
And I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Maybe invent me a story or two
I've got coastal confessions to make
How 'bout you, how 'bout you?