Whiskey Creek Surf Shop Blues

Two damned boats and a three hour drive
Wolf in the fog on a Friday night

Packed my bags, put aside my pride
To see your face in the candlelight
You didn't fall for me but I'd hoped you'd climb

The rain on my face tastes just like tears
It's looking like storm season's here
Incinerator rock with 6 warm beers
On the other side of facing fears
And I'll be headed back when the coast is clear

Everywhere I go
There's signs of you
Even miles from the ocean
I get the Whiskey Creek Surf Shop Blues
And the setting sun will see me through

Bought a tapestry
To make me feel brand new
Coffee and smoke
In the afternoon

In the middle of the straight away from you
I still get choked up with that view
It never gets old, but I sure do

Everywhere I go
There's signs of you
Even miles from the ocean
I get the Whiskey Creek Surf Shop Blues
And the setting sun will see me through

Could it be you?
Once I thought it could
Maybe I couldn't speak the truth
As clearly as I should

My pain isn't yours
I need you to know
The path that I'm on
Is a lonely road

I know my way around
Just don't know the way out
Once I've paid what's owed
I'll be free, no doubt

You can find me close to shore
Looking for the wave
Worth waiting for
Waiting for

Everywhere I go
There's signs of you
Even miles from the ocean
I get the Whiskey Creek Surf Shop Blues
And the setting sun will see me through