If I had the money,
if I had the time,
I’d buy a big old car
and drive to the ocean side.
Might be in the morning,
maybe late at night,
the stars might be shining,
or the sun might be bright.
And when the evening came,
I’d walk along the shore,
the cold, wet sand beneath my feet,
like a hundred times before.
I'd watch the sun melting into the distant sea.
A seagull overhead would hardly glance at me.
And then I’d feel my heart surrender
to the ocean’s ancient, gentle roar,
a trusted old friend, well met at last,
and I’d find myself once more.