I need one thing from you before we start.
When I say "tide's in" — you say "I'm out."
Ready? Tide's in —
One more. Tide's in —
Good. That's the only job that matters tonight.
Here we go.
Phone off, blank week, dock key in the door
Bartender shrugged and pointed at the shore
Man in a hat said I look a little too at peace
Waitress said "that's every summer" — so that settles it at least
That's the kind of answer I've been looking for
Best plan I ever made was not making one
Wet feet, same stool, cold glass, no count
Tide's coming in — that's all I care about
Same bar, same faces, running out the day
Nobody's asking what my plan is anyway
Old man at the end's got a theory on tides
Says those who tie too tight get too worried to ride
Girl stopped counting somewhere around day four
Said "Sunday's not today" — don't need to say more
I wrote that on a coaster just in case I forget
Which given my track record is a pretty safe bet
Wet feet, same stool, cold glass, no count
Tide's coming in — that's all I care about
Same bar, same faces, running out the day
Nobody's asking what my plan is anyway
Now I've got a question for you.
And there's only one right answer.
Hot road, light load — that's the code for right now
Man with the hat's been on that stool since noon somehow
Miss the ferry?
That's not a problem —
Last one. Make it loud.
Wet feet, same stool, cold glass, no count
Tide's coming in — that's all I care about
Same bar, same faces, running out the day
Nobody's asking what my plan is anyway
Tide runs when it wants to
Sun drops when it drops
Only question left is whether you're the kind who stops
Or the kind who doesn't