Oceanside

The Decemberists

Sweet Annabelle, 
As seen reclining on an ocean swell 
As the waves do lather up to lay her down 'til she's fast and sleeping. 
Oh well, I guess I'm something of a ne'er-do-well- who fell asleep at the pealing of the steeple bell. 
I'm on track and keeping. 

But oh, if I could only get you oceanside, 
to lay your muscles wide, 
it'd be heavenly. 
& oh, if I could only coax you overboard, 
to leave these lulling shores, 
to get you oceanside. 
Oceanside. Oceanside. oh. 

At rising tide, you're looking fresher than a July bride. 
We're picking up what our mothers always stigmatized. 
The field is right for reaping. 
Oh well, I guess I'm something of a ne'er do well, 
even though that's something I could never do well. 
I'm on track and keeping. 

But oh, if I could only get you oceanside, 
to lay your muscles wide, 
it'd be heavenly. 
Oh, if I could only coax you 
overboard, 
to leave these lulling shores, 
to get you oceanside. 
Oceanside. Oceanside. oh.