It's really true how nothin' matters
No mad, mad world and no mad hatters
And no-one's pitchin' 'cause there ain't no batters
In Coconut Grove
Don't bar the door, there's no-one comin'
The ocean's roar will dull the drummin'
Of any city thoughts or city ways
The ocean breeze is coolin' my mind
The salty days are hers and mine
Just to do what we want to.
Tonight we'll find a dune that's ours,
And softly she will speak the stars
Until sun up
It's all from havin' someone knowin'
Just which way your head is blowin'
Who's always warm like in the mornin'
In Coconut Grove