The Battle Cry of the West

"food grows where water flows,"
It's the battle cry of the west
I try, like all the rest, to take it easy
Undertows and dominoes weigh heavy on my mind
It feels like summertime in the valley

I close my eyes
And watch you dangle your tan legs into the sea
And your sandy hair gets tangled on the breeze

all roads lead to the coast, but the coast is never clear
A new port every year, under sunscreen
The future never seemed so close, standing on the pier
But you were always here in my heartbeat

I close my eyes
And watch you dangle your tan legs into the sea
And your sandy hair gets tangled on the breeze

oh, bye bye bye
Goodbye