Holy Mary on a chain round the rearview Dust before him dust behind He's got thirty dollars and hopes for a clear view of the open sky Florence, Alabama is a long ways away from Fairbanks, Alaska where he longs to be Val is for a good fight he's racin' with the sun To sail the open sea A fisherman to be And he calls himself a lover With his nets in the morning tide But with his knife in the back of his brother He's got a devil inside Oh, come and cleanse me ocean Come and cleanse my eyes Oh, rock me now sweet ocean Wash away the pain inside God god god, ya know why I tried See the moon through the glass of the windshield See the sun rise through the after glow One foot on the gas one stuck in a past That tries to override the hope he feels inside And he calls himself a lover With his nets in the morning tide But with his love in the back of his brother He's got a devil inside Come and wash me ocean Come and cleanse my eyes Oh, rock me now sweet ocean Wash away the pain inside God god god, ya know why I tried