Lyrics:

Monster thinks about the good days ahead.
Nothing is guaranteed,
but nowhere is it said that a fellow with shoes as big as a boat
can't be bound & determined to float.

And as the townspeople wave from the beach,
the water pulls Monster more out of reach.
Sky blue.
Salmon sea.
Gold's the color there's ought to be,
as Monster thinks about the days he's going to see.
Monster thinks about the days there's going to be.