Lyrics

Empty nails up against the wall
shining memory

As aonther man puts his money down
at least someone knows how to move
I'm just hanging on the past

I have this hope
that oneday the waves will reach up here
clean off everything
Guess Ive been sad

Maybe Tomorrow I'll go
to the coast

its a long drive for a weekday
who would get the mail?

Plus I got piles to buitd
Clothes to sew
Friends to keep
A Lawn to mow
Arms to fold
Do it again

But i dont like the pain
I think Ill just sit here
Watch the lights across the lake
I'm starting to shake

Maybe tomorrow
I'll go to the coast