Lyrics:

Well, I'm a tidal pool explorer

From the days of my misspent youth

I believe that down on the beach

Where the seagulls preach

Is where the Chineese 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

Talkin' about treasure

Talkin' about pleasure

Talkin' about Love



Now I'm a reader of the night sky

And a singer of inordinate tunes

That's how I float across time

Livin' 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 spaceship goes pop

Back to the Earth I will drop

Into the sea

Or the limbs of a tree

Or the wings of my love



Chorus:

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 about you, how about 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'll land on my feet

I always do

Haven't got a clue

Cause they come from above



(Chorus)



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 alter 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 till I fall



(Chorus:)

And I don't know what I'm supposed to do

Maybe have me a boat drink or two

It's good for coastal confessions I hear

Tell the truth, tell the truth

I got some coastal confessions to make

How about you, how about you

How about you, how about you

'n you, 'n you, 'n you



(Spoken:)

Uh, 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....