Coxing with sun in my eyes
Looking for the debris from the last high tide
Coxing with sun in my eyes
Wishing for the Oakleys that I left inside
It's five and he's washing out again
It's hard to believe that the crew's in time
The coach in the tinfish cries again
Move over, move over
Coxing with sun in my eyes
Looking for the debris from the last high tide
Coxing with sun in my eyes
Wishing for the Oakleys that I left inside
It's late and I'm in the bow alone
Go firm to avoid the coming storm
I steer to the sound of our coach's moan
Move over and over
Coxing with sun in my eyes
Looking for the debris from the last high tide
Coxing with sun in my eyes
Wishing for the Oakleys that I left inside
Too late, I've run up the hard again
Boat's holed, but I don't think I really care
Coxing with sun in my eyes
Looking for the debris from the last high tide
Coxing with sun in my eyes
Wishing for the Oakleys that I left inside
Coxing with sun in my eyes
Looking for the debris from the last high tide
Coxing with sun in my eyes
