I saw the east side today I've been an ocean slave for so long There's something that i can't resist Something in the ocean mist Living anywhere else would be wrong I've added it up I can't get enough I've learned to say I've been playing it tough There's plenty to see Optimistically optomisticaly I saw some grinders out the back Perfect little six foot shacks Plenty of lip to crack But we're gonna break out And see what's outside our front door Not coming back Until we found what we're looking for Found what we're looking for And we'll meet back here again Till' time rolls over the end And we'll die in our home town Know i found, know i found And we'll meet back here again Till' time rolls over the end And we'll die in our home town Know i found, know i found My way out I saw some smoke coming out the stacks Not another soul around The ocean perfect like glass But that's not gonna stop us no From leaving the safety of the shore Not coming back Until we found what we're looking for Found what we're looking for
