[Intro]
High tide’s up
And the water’s coming in on the shore
Usually wait until vacation
But I sure can’t take this city anymore
[Verse 1]
Work’s been hell
And that rush hour traffic’s never been a breeze
Ain’t no hustle where I’m goin’
Just a warm trade wind a blowin’ through the trees
[Chorus]
I don’t need no sympathy
That won’t bring satisfaction
Just need to charge my battery
Had a bad reaction
Going to do my best to decompress
Chill-axin’
[Verse 2]
I could fire up my old motorcycle
And head up to the country where it’s green
Maybe head up to Montana
But there’s something about the ocean that’s serene
High tide’s up
And the water’s coming in on the shore
Usually wait until vacation
But I sure can’t take this city anymore
[Verse 1]
Work’s been hell
And that rush hour traffic’s never been a breeze
Ain’t no hustle where I’m goin’
Just a warm trade wind a blowin’ through the trees
[Chorus]
I don’t need no sympathy
That won’t bring satisfaction
Just need to charge my battery
Had a bad reaction
Going to do my best to decompress
Chill-axin’
[Verse 2]
I could fire up my old motorcycle
And head up to the country where it’s green
Maybe head up to Montana
But there’s something about the ocean that’s serene
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