High tide's up And the water's coming in on the shore Usually wait until vacation But I sure can't take this city anymore Work's been hell And that rush hour traffic's never been a breeze Ain't no hustle where I'm goin' Just a warm trade wind a blowin' through the trees I don't need no sympathy That won't bring satisfaction Just need to charge my battery Had a bad reaction Gonna do my best to decompress... Chill-axin' I could fire up my ol' motorcycle And head up to the country where it's green Maybe head up to Montana But there's something about the ocean that's serene Fifteen hundred miles Still got seven hundred left to do But it don't seem like forever When you know that you're outrunnin' the blues I don't need no sympathy That won't bring satisfaction Just need to charge my battery Had a bad reaction Gonna do my best to decompress... Chill-axin' There's a worm in the bottle and Wild Shot on the table With some salt and lime and some mezcal maybe I'll be able To find my paradise, put this broken world on ice... Chill-axin' High tide's up And the water's coming in on the shore I usually wait until vacation But I just can't take this city anymore