Coastal Confessions Lyrics - License To Chill - Jimmy Buffett

Well I'm a tidal pool explorer 

From the days of my misspent youth. 

I believe that down on the beach 

Where the sea gulls preach 

Is where the Chinese buried the truth. 

So I dig in the sand 

with my misguided hands 

and if I dig deep enough 

Hell I just might dig it up. 

Talking about treasure 

Talking about pleasure 

Talking about love 

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Now I'm a reader of the night sky 

And a singer of inordinate tunes. 

That's how I float across time 

Living way past my prime 

Like a long lost baby's balloon. 

So I hang on to the string 

Work that whole gravity thing 

But when my space ship goes pop 

Back to the earth I will drop 

Into the sea 

Or the limbs of a tree 

Or the wings of my love 

And I don't know what I'm supposed to do 

Maybe invent me a story or two 

I've got coastal confessions to make 

How bout you 

How bout you 

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They say that time is like a river 

And stories are the key to the past 

But now I'm stuck in between 

Here at my typing machine 

Trying to come up with some words that will last. 

It's so easy to see that we live history 

And if I just find the beat 

I know I land on my feet 

I always do 

Hadn't got a clue 

Does it comes from above. 

And I don't know what I'm supposed to do 

Maybe invent me a story or two 

I've got coastal confessions to make 

How bout you 

How bout you 

Let's go to church, Sonny... 

(Bridge) 

So bless me father, yes I have sinned. 

Given the chance I'll probably do it again 

I don't need absolution 

Just a simple solution will do. 

So let's talk about the future 

Or the consequences of my past 

I've got scars, I've got lines 

I'm not hard to define 

Just an altar boy coverin' his ass. 

I know I can't run and hide 

But just hang on for the ride 

There will be laughter and tears 

As we progress through the years 

But still it's fun 

Hey I'm not done 

Gonna dance 'til I fall 

And I don't know what I'm supposed to do 

Maybe have me a boat drink or two 

It's just the coastal confessions I hear 

Tell the truth 

Tell the truth 

I've got some coastal confessions to make 

How 'bout you, how 'bout you, how 'bout you, how 'bout you 

And you, and you, and you 

42 years since my last confession 

Well father, do you have the rest of the week? 

Let's get started 

I had impure thoughts 

I smoked some pot 

Stole some peanut butter 

Father, wake up.