Well I'm a tidal pool explorer
From the days of my misspent youth
So I dig in the sand
With my misguided hands
And if I dig deep enough
Hell I just might dig it up
Talkin' about treasure
Talkin' about pleasure
Talkin' about love
Now I'm a reader of the night sky
And a singer of inordinate tunes
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
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