kissing beaches in the sun.
Sea foam shadows are surprises
and we’re just about getting done.
I see the albatross’s beak soaring,
picking fishes out the sea
I want to fall asleep in the morning,
my nightmares waving goodbye to me.
I wonder if tomorrow’s coming,
it’s waiting on each and every word
I wouldn’t worry about nothing
for it will end someday I’m sure.
It’ll end someday I know,
it’ll end someday I’m sure
it’ll end someday we’ll go
back to bed and fall asleep.