High tide's up, Water's coming in on the shore Usually wait until vacation, But I can't take this city anymore Work's been hell And that rush hour traffic's never been a breeze Ain't no hustle where I'm going Just a warm trade wind a-blowin' in the trees I don't need no sympathy That won't bring satisfaction Just need to charge my battery Had a bad reaction Gonna do my best to decompress, chill-axin' I could fire up my ole motorcycle And head up to the country where it's green Maybe head up to Montana But there's something about the ocean that's serene Fifteen hundred miles Still got seven hundred left to do But it don't seem like forever When you know that you're outrunning the blues I don't need no sympathy That won't bring satisfaction Just need to charge my battery Had a bad reaction Gonna do my best to decompress, chill-axin' There's a worm in the bottle and Wild Shot on the table With some salt and lime and some mescal, maybe I'll be able To find my paradise, to put this broken world on ice Chill-axin' High tide's up, Water's coming in on the shore Usually wait until vacation, But I can't take this city anymore LyricsFreak