Up the Coast - West Indian Girl

When I was a young 'boy you have the sad-est face'

One night in Mexico, we chased our memories

It’s too late to live it down, lost in another town

Lift myself up off the ground, get back to that northern sound

You’re lost, who will find us

Jump back, bring it back, bring it back three

What a lonely smile, child you forgot to live

In America they stare at ya, this is the worst it gets

In a western town, a vista near a metaphor

Come back or stay at home, it’s a three day drive up the coast

You’re lost, who will find us

Jump back, bring it back.

bring it back three

I was looking for an alibi

To find some money to stay alive

There’s got to be another way

I still see her waving… goodbye