Lyrics:

I don't understand, I just live and do
‘Congratulations!' You said, ‘you're allowed'

I think I'm all-feel today. You think, ‘You think, you stink'*
Ten Exits away, you just said, ‘Oh. Wow.'

I'm so relaxed, little wistful perhaps

Ocean next. Ocean next

Just go and see ‘the thousand pictures'*
That tomorrow is or will surely be

Read, read, read. Receive, lose, receive
Be happy, it's all you leave

I'm so relaxed, little wistful perhaps

Ocean next. Ocean next. Ocean next

I'll turn my music up. Listen don't guess
At the centre of it, a little sadness

Ocean next, ‘the thousand pictures'
Better than sex or salt n vinegar chips

Ocean next. Ocean next. Ocean next


* “You think, you stink” – David Briggs (to Neil Young)
* “But you can't start. Only a baby can start. You and me – why, we're all that's been. The anger of a moment, the thousand pictures, that's us…” – John Steinbeck, The Grapes Of Wrath