It's really true how nothin' matters. Then, my word, and no mad hatters. No one's bitchin' 'cause there ain't no batters in Coconut Grove. By the door, there's no one comin'. Oceans roll will dull the drummin' in your city thoughts and city ways. The ocean breeze is cool, my mind. The salty days are hers and mine just to do what we want to. Tonight we'll find a dune that's ours and softly she will speak the stars 'til the sun up. It's all from havin' someone knowing just which way your head is blowin'. It's always warm like in the mornin' in Coconut Grove. The ocean breeze is cool, my mind, the salty days are hers and mine, just to do what we wanna. Tonight we'll find a dune that's ours and softly she will speak the stars until sun up. It's really true how nothin' matters. Then, my word, and no mad hatters. No one's bitchin' 'cause there ain't no batters in Coconut Grove.