Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Coastal Confessions, artist - Jimmy Buffett. Album song License to Chill, in the genre КантриDate of issue: 15.11.2018
Record label: Mailboat
Song language: English
Coastal Confessions |
| Well I’m a tidal pool explorer |
| From the days of my misspent youth. |
| I believe that down on the beach |
| Where the sea gulls preach |
| Is where the Chinese buried the truth. |
| So I dig in the sand |
| with my misguided hands |
| and if I dig deep enough |
| Hell I just might dig it up. |
| Talking about treasure |
| Talking about pleasure |
| Talking about love |
| Now I’m a reader of the night sky |
| And a singer of inordinate tunes. |
| That’s how I float across time |
| Living way past my prime |
| Like a long lost baby’s balloon. |
| So I hang on to the string |
| Work that whole gravity thing |
| But when my space ship goes pop |
| Back to the earth I will drop |
| Into the sea |
| Or the limbs of a tree |
| Or the wings of my love |
| And I don’t know what I’m supposed to do |
| Maybe invent me a story or two |
| I’ve got coastal confessions to make |
| How bout you |
| How bout you |
| They say that time is like a river |
| And stories are the key to the past |
| But now I’m stuck in between |
| Here at my typing machine |
| Trying to come up with some words that will last. |
| It’s so easy to see that we live history |
| And if I just find the beat |
| I know I land on my feet |
| I always do |
| Hadn’t got a clue |
| Does it comes from above. |
| And I don’t know what I’m supposed to do |
| Maybe invent me a story or two |
| I’ve got coastal confessions to make |
| How bout you |
| How bout you |
| Let’s go to church, Sonny… |
| So bless me father, yes I have sinned. |
| Given the chance I’ll probably do it again |
| I don’t need absolution |
| Just a simple solution will do. |
| So let’s talk about the future |
| Or the consequences of my past |
| I’ve got scars, I’ve got lines |
| I’m not hard to define |
| Just an altar boy coverin' his ass. |
| I know I can’t run and hide |
| But just hang on for the ride |
| There will be laughter and tears |
| As we progress through the years |
| But still it’s fun |
| Hey I’m not done |
| Gonna dance 'til I fall |
| And I don’t know what I’m supposed to do |
| Maybe have me a boat drink or two |
| It’s just the coastal confessions I hear |
| Tell the truth |
| Tell the truth |
| I’ve got some coastal confessions to make |
| How 'bout you, how 'bout you, how 'bout you, how 'bout you |
| And you, and you, and you |
| 42 years since my last confession |
| Well father, do you have the rest of the week? |
| Let’s get started |
| I had impure thoughts |
| I smoked some pot |
| Stole some peanut butter |
| Father, wake up. |