From Here Clear to the Ocean

Whatever you want, it isn't me
Other people's ambitions are not my specialty
Sometimes I can see,
From here clear to the ocean
And sometimes I'm blind

The 101 is a war zone
It's my main line, my artery it's my way home
It's the only place I have, left to write my song
One day I want to look out through the windshield,
And watch you sing along

Whatever you want, it isn't me
Other people's ambitions are not my specialty
Sometimes I can see,
From here clear to the ocean
And sometimes I'm blind

I was a father before I was a man
Laugh if you want, you can point if you can
Everything that I do, well I do with complication
What I sing is true, but I can't face the implication

Whatever you want, it isn't me
Other people's ambitions are not my specialty
And sometimes I can see,
From here clear to the ocean
Sometimes I'm blind... Yes I am...

Wiper blades at the Autozone on La Cienega
101.3 is just blasting in my car, if I'd written that song,
I'd be floating in a limousine,
Well it's a wet day from here to Sherman Way
And I got to get my windshield clean...

Anyway... whatever you... want... well it isn't me
Other people's ambitions are not my specialty
Sometimes I can see,
From here clear to the ocean
Slim chance I concede, oh but I'm gonna never give up hoping
Sometimes I can see,
From here clear to the ocean
Sometimes I'm blind