The Gulf Of Mexico Lyrics

The Gulf Of Mexico lyrics

She cooks him ham and hotcakes at 5:30 in the morn

 She does the dishes and irons his uniforms

 And she thinks she might have loved him once but that was long ago

 And the rain pours down like a holy waterfall over the Gulf of Mexico

 The boardwalk's deserted and the beach is all closed down

 And the middle school punkrockers ride their skateboards through the town

 And she looks back and she daydreams about things and people she's never seen


 Just to keep from being blue 

 And she gets home about a quarter to four

 And drives her brother to the liquor store on ocean avenue

 And I'm parked on the state line on this cold November day 

 And pretty soon I'll be a drivin fool somewhere down this lost highway 

 Then I hear a voice from my soul's core 

 Sayin "freedom's just a metaphor, you got nowhere to go"

 And the rain pours down like a holy waterfall over the Gulf of Mexico