Third Coast Dreaming
All the birds seem to know my game
Child of the night but I've stayed the same
I'm in a trap working all for free
Fated you dissolve that remains to be seen
I wanna ride straight through the sun
Wax burn away don't care 'bout what we've done
I watch it fade black and turn into the day
Because I'm third coast dreaming and I really believe it's in my way
When did nighttime get so tame?
Got a bag of jumbos but it wasn't the same
Walkin' towards the heat but I quickly forget
Cause I'm sitting in the hills and I'm soakin wet
And I know
I wanna ride straight through the sun
Wax burn away don't care 'bout what we've done
I watch it fade black and turn into the day
Because I'm third coast dreaming and I really believe it's in my way
And I really believe it's in my way
And I really believe it's in my way
I'm with my baby but I soon get left
Union pools always been a mean market
Everyone trashed, you don't have their cake
Ridin' Ridin' round but it's still fake
I wanna ride straight through the sun
Wax burn away don't care 'bout what we've done
I watch it fade black and turn into the day
Because I'm third coast dreaming and I really believe it's in my way
And I really believe it's in my way
Child of the night but I've stayed the same
I'm in a trap working all for free
Fated you dissolve that remains to be seen
I wanna ride straight through the sun
Wax burn away don't care 'bout what we've done
I watch it fade black and turn into the day
Because I'm third coast dreaming and I really believe it's in my way
When did nighttime get so tame?
Got a bag of jumbos but it wasn't the same
Walkin' towards the heat but I quickly forget
Cause I'm sitting in the hills and I'm soakin wet
And I know
I wanna ride straight through the sun
Wax burn away don't care 'bout what we've done
I watch it fade black and turn into the day
Because I'm third coast dreaming and I really believe it's in my way
And I really believe it's in my way
And I really believe it's in my way
I'm with my baby but I soon get left
Union pools always been a mean market
Everyone trashed, you don't have their cake
Ridin' Ridin' round but it's still fake
I wanna ride straight through the sun
Wax burn away don't care 'bout what we've done
I watch it fade black and turn into the day
Because I'm third coast dreaming and I really believe it's in my way
And I really believe it's in my way
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Writer(s): John Barrett
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