On the way to Venice Beach

I take some money for Sunday's journey
The weather's great
And it makes me want to wake up to get out of here
I see the pier
It's right next to me, here
It makes me want to stop
And leave all the things behind on the floor
I wish I could stop the time now
My feet on the sand brings to my memory those dreams
That I wish I could be there

You and your cover must be all broken down
There is no time
No shame and disguise

I go further
The time is shorter
On the way I see a place to stay
A farmer's market tent
I buy a coffee to my own glory that a beggar takes
He's feeling lack of love
Who's the man
I wish I could stop the time now
My eyes on the track
The skaters wish to be high up there
And I wish you were here

You and your cover
Why don't you break it down
No shame and disguise
I know you have friends who dress it
Use other color to paint that road ahead
There is life after that big green hill
Not very far from here



Credits
Writer(s): Philip Thompson
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