I could be wrong
Maybe I'm missing something
I could be wrong
Make no mistake
In the wake of the State of Maine
To the Queen of New Orleans
Like the oceans just making waves
I could be wrong
Maybe I miscalculated
I could be wrong
But one and one is three
Gonna ride the songs of the Summer
On a Katamaran in the Winter
In a red sun next to you
I don't belong in Area 51
I don't belong here
I'm heading down to the coast
Hitch a ride to Santa Fe
Hop a train to catch a lady
Test the Waters on a Bayou Day
Don't get me wrong
It's not complicated
When I'm out here
You know I feel so free
Gonna set my sail and dream
With a little common Sinsemilla
Like the oceans just making waves
Shade my eyes
I get meditated
Cast my sorrows to the shimmering sea
At the end of my line
I'm reeling for my life
In the night sky they all shine
I wanna be a Tackle Box Hero
Goodbye, Rachel, I'm heading down to the Gulf
I'm gonna wake up ten feet high
Roll out with the morning tide
In a red sun next to you
Like the ocean just making waves
Like the ocean just making waves
