Oh how I dream of the west coast Or maybe somewhere that's not here I've been all cooped up inside Need a place to reside Where the water can run clear I hate to wait for my chances But I'm a casualty of life My brain cannot wait For the day I can say Everything's gonna be fine Don't want to be here tomorrow But in the sense I don't exist I'm sick of basic routine Need a change in my scene I don't know how to fix this I think I'm tumbling backward I need a hand to lift me up Or maybe air I can breathe Maybe eyes that could see Why the water has dried up Oh how I dream of the west coast Or maybe somewhere that's not here I've been all cooped up inside Need a place to reside Where the water can run clear I hate to wait for my chances But I'm a casualty of life My brain cannot wait For the day I can say Everything's gonna be fine