Hey I'm walking home from this A tidal wave down Flood St girl I miss And I'm smoking your last cigarette From the pack I had last weekend I don't want this to ever change, this young forever burning phase Hey I'll meet you every other day This high tide sea will wash away Just you, me, Strap, Just, Andy Oh Andy, Andy won't you call me when you're done And even if this fails dismally watch the sky come crashing down Running fast midnight through Bronte park hoping never to be found Tripping over down near Tamma' rocks, tonight I'll race the clouds Burning feet takes me to Ocean Beach, my home I'll never find Dr. Sax is whispering in my ear, these are tales of my youth And now all my friends are crazy, I am next in line for sure I am next in line for sure I used to spend my weeks just breathing