Well I'm a tidal pool explorer
From the days of my misspent youth.
I believe that down on the beach

Where the sea gulls preach
Is where the Chinese buried the truth.


So I dig in the sand
with my misguided hands
and if I dig deep enough

Hell I just might dig it up.
Talking about treasure
Talking about pleasure

Talking about love

Now I'm a reader of the night sky

And a singer of inordinate tunes.
That's how I float across time
Living way past my prime

Like a long lost baby's balloon.

So I hang on to the string

Work that whole gravity thing
But when my space ship goes pop
Back to the earth I will drop

Into the sea
Or the limbs of a tree
Or the wings of my love


And I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Maybe invent me a story or two

I've got coastal confessions to make
How bout you
How bout you


They say that time is like a river
And stories are the key to the past

But now I'm stuck in between
Here at my typing machine
Trying to come up with some words that will last.


It's so easy to see that we live history
And if I just find the beat

I know I land on my feet
I always do
Hadn't got a clue

Does it comes from above.

And I don't know what I'm supposed to do

Maybe invent me a story or two
I've got coastal confessions to make
How bout you

How bout you

Let's go to church, Sonny...


[Bridge]


So bless me father, yes I have sinned.
Given the chance I'll probably do it again
I don't need absolution

Just a simple solution will do.

So let's talk about the future

Or the consequences of my past
I've got scars, I've got lines
I'm not hard to define

Just an altar boy coverin' his $$#.

I know I can't run and hide

But just hang on for the ride
There will be laughter and tears
As we progress through the years

But still it's fun
Hey I'm not done
Gonna dance 'til I fall


And I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Maybe have me a boat drink or two
It's just the coastal confessions I hear
Tell the truth

Tell the truth
I've got some coastal confessions to make
How 'bout you, how 'bout you, how 'bout you, how 'bout you
And you, and you, and you
42 years since my last confession

Well father, do you have the rest of the week?
Let's get started
I had impure thoughts
I smoked some pot
Stole some peanut butter

Father, wake up.