amber and sand

amber colored sunlight filters my evenings

the smells of nutmeg peach and sea salt

in my van unemployed by the ocean

front row seat

settle down on the coast with me

all this sweat and sand in my bed

thoughts of you still swirl around in my head

gotta get out of washington

slowly running out of time

all this salt in the air

i just wish i could be there

cause we’re not getting any younger

this thick amber haze above my head 

mix it with cigarette smoke and carry me

bring me down the coastline to you

oh how i want you to marry me

it feels 104 degrees

i think i threw out my dignity 

it’s all lost to the sea

does the blinking light truly guide me

this alcoholic dizziness 

is it really freedom

my fridge is empty

shades of golden color

i’m getting out of washington 

going down to you

soon we will settle in the sand

you me and the lions we seek