Freshwater

Oh how I dream of the west coast
Or maybe somewhere that's not here
I've been all cooped up inside
Need a place to reside
Where the water can run clear

I hate to wait for my chances
But I'm a casualty of life
My brain cannot wait
For the day I can say
Everything's gonna be fine

Don't want to be here tomorrow
But in the sense I don't exist
I'm sick of basic routine
Need a change in my scene
I don't know how to fix this

I think I'm tumbling backward
I need a hand to lift me up
Or maybe air I can breathe
Maybe eyes that could see
Why the water has dried up

Oh how I dream of the west coast
Or maybe somewhere that's not here
I've been all cooped up inside
Need a place to reside
Where the water can run clear

I hate to wait for my chances
But I'm a casualty of life
My brain cannot wait
For the day I can say
Everything's gonna be fine



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Hoovler
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