I like it    I don't like it

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 ass.

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.