Lyrics:
now
I'm feeling sentimental
Times I'm living For The Past Hold your face before my eyes But It never seems to last
Let's go back to Pacific grove
When
From my room, I see the blue Pacific Ocean
Ye, s my hotel has me right beside the shore
Well today it's San Francisco
And tomorrow it’s LA
And I feel
Crossed the ocean in a silver bird,
Flying into another world,
Flying down the Pacific coast,
Flying up in a silver ghost
Love to be back in Los
Acid
Fish are swimming freely
In the ocean blue
Life feels so complete here
Every moment new
Chamber plays a rhythm
Underneath the palm
Swaying with
the day was getting late
Now the wind was tugging at the maple trees but a steel man knows no fear
If somebody wanted to bridge the Pacific, well,
the day was getting late
Now the wind was tugging at the maple trees but a steel man knows no fear
If somebody wanted to bridge the Pacific, well,
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
Green old flowing mountains to the southbell by the shore
Mighty tall and handsome and known
never die they just go on and on
Patterns multiplying
Re-direct our view
Endless variations
Make it all seem new
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the green and flowin' mountains
To the south lands by the shore
She's mighty tall
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the green old flowing mountains to the south down along the shore
She's mighty tall
which way will man go
Will he arise toward the skies to reach for some new plateau
Will he devise a brave new world a world thus far unknown
Will he plow
to that (for sure)
No matter what the coast we, be on
Pacific or Atlantic we, stay strong
Foreign or domestically, we conquer
All obstacles
Direct deposit, who-who
Honolulu trips like who-who
My bitch always look like who-who
Cozy Birkenstocks, she who-who
Brand new crib like who-who
Walking along the high tide line
Watching the pacific from the sidelines
Wonder what it means to live together?
Looking for more than just
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the queen of flowing mountains to the south bells by the shore
She's mighty tall
open the windows
And screaming down the street
Eight o'clock and all is well
Until the brand new beat
Shipped direct via the Isle of Man
The money
phone
As you walk in the dark
And your smile's got a twist
You're looking so hardcore
If you've something to say
Don't be too direct
Cause I
I am a poet in New York City
You can see your face in my shoes
I'm young and I'm alive, I've got nothing to lose
A dream, a broken lie, a kiss, so
Live and direct, live and direct!
You know what live and direct mean?
Live and direct, come!
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, how you be, how
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with me, if only you knew
Some things are too terrible to be true
I won't come here no more if it bothers you
The Southern Pacific leaving at nine
Southern Pacific
Red, white and blue
Where are we running to?
Over the wide plains
Take me to someplace new
Remember me to Roxy Anne
You know
What rule hath God given to direct us
How we may glorify and enjoy him?
The Word of God, which is contained
In the Scriptures of
The Old and New
to that (for sure)
No matter what the coast we, be on
Pacific or Atlantic we, stay strong
Foreign or domestically, we conquer
All obstacles
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