My Way Out

I saw the east side today

I've been an ocean slave for so long

There's something that I can't resist

Something in the ocean mist

Living anywhere else would be wrong

I've added it up

I can't get enough

I've learned to say

I've been playing it tough

There's plenty to see

Optimistically optomisticaly

I saw some grinders out the back

Perfect little six foot shacks

Plenty of lip to crack

But we're gonna break out

And see what's outside our front door

Not coming back

Until we found what we're looking for

Found what we're looking for



And we'll meet back here again

Till' time rolls over the end

And we'll die in our home town

Know I found, know I found

And we'll meet back here again

Till' time rolls over the end

And we'll die in our home town

Know I found, know I found

My way out

I saw some smoke coming out the stacks

Not another soul around

The ocean perfect like glass

But that's not gonna stop us no

From leaving the safety of the shore

Not coming back

Until we found what we're looking for

Found what we're looking for