boatyard Lyrics

Give me an old boatyard with shady sand

Let all the awkward seabirds land

I'll park my car and give away the key

Make sure it's quiet there but i don't mind

If the wind makes all the branches chime

I like the smell of coffee from the camp

The squeaky sand, twelve kinds of green

The smell of old stale gasoline

The faded paint yeah that's my favorite kind

If there within my reverie

My hundred lives came back to me

I'd greet them all and walk them around

And lay this foolish self on down

Give me an old boatyard with shady sand

Let all the awkward seabirds land

I'll park my car and give away the key

Make sure it's quiet there but i don't mind

If the wind makes all the branches chime

I like the smell of coffee from the camp

The squeaky sand, twelve kinds of green

The smell of old stale gasoline

The faded paint yeah that's my favorite kind