Coastal Views from TEA Sides by Plumes

Drive to the ocean just 'bout every day
Prescription filled for a sun-drenched foray
(Hey!) Traffic is getting old
I miss the walk down Bay state Road and I wouldn't mind if it starts getting cold

I'm just living for another day
I grew my hair out 'til the ends had frayed
(Hey!) Another day's approach
Has left me feeling how I don't know same or change which is it I need most?

Will it be waiting for me everything the same?
I want to burn that painting and live outside its frame
But what past strokes of luck may've perished with the flame
It's all so small from coastal views I'm tempted not to get up close at all
Can summer still recover from the fall?

The line is open we fire away
Talk of the past concedes to future sway
(Hey!) A certain heat's foretold
We were sold on lesser musings, tunes that can't predict what will unfold

Will it be waiting for me everything the same?
I want to burn that painting and live outside its frame
Well past strokes of luck may've perished with the flame
It's all so small from coastal views I'm tempted not to get up close at all
Can summer still recover from the fall?

Will it be waiting for me everything the same?
I want to burn that painting and live outside its frame
Well past strokes of luck may've perished with the flame
It's all so small from coastal views I'm tempted not to get up close at all
Can summer still recover from the fall?

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