"summer's almost over
and i haven't been beyond the city streets.
hiding in the light
beneath the lamp posts where the shady people meet.
who am i but one more busy city ghost?
who am i?
trading daylight in for dollars,
getting home and crawling into bed.
say good morning, rinse, repeat,
ignoring all that's restless in my head.
who am i when i am craving for the coast?
who am i?
can't i go where i can smell the pine?
i need off the pavement path,
concrete eating at my bones,
give me one atlantic bath.
i need ocean on my skin,
too much smoke has worn me thin.
i can't bear the city's wrath,
give me one atlantic bath."
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