Our lives,

Will come to an end.

So don't die,

With a bunch of regrets.

When it's all stick and stone,

And your nothing but bone,

Can you live with the things that you did?

The things that you did and,

Things that you didn't.

Just write down your plans, on the back of your hand,

Until you feel the sand on your toes,

Keep driving west to the coast.

I don't know where your from,

But I would take the long way home.

You need to go with your mom,

Pack your stuff,

And drive along.

To cannon beach.

Cannon beach.

Cannon beach,

Cannon beach.

Oooo,

Ooooooooo.

Ooooo,

Oooooo-ooooo.

The sky,

Looks bluer out here.

Watch the tide,

Slowly dissappear.

You know the way,

There's so much to say,

But it's something that you'll never hear.

If you don't stop and listen,

Maybe you'll miss it.

Write down your plans, on the back of your hands,

Until you feel the sand on your toes.

Keep driving west to the coast.

I don't know where your from,

But I would take the long way home.

You need to go with your mom,

Pack your stuff,

And drive along.

To cannon beach,

Cannon beach.

Cannon beach,

Cannon beach.