One, two, one, two, three Our lives will come to an end So don't die with a bunch of regrets When it's all set in stone And you're nothing but bones Can you live with the things that you did Or the things that you didn't? The things that you didn't Just write down your plans on the back of your hands Until you feel the sand on your toes Keep drivin' west to the coast I don't know where you're from But I would take the long way home You need to go with your mom So pack your stuff and drive along To Cannon Beach, Cannon Beach Cannon Beach, Cannon Beach Wo-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Wo-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh Wo-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Wo-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh The sky looks bluer out here Watch the tide slowly disappear You know the waves have so much to say But it's something that you'll never hear If you don't stop and listen Maybe you'll miss it Write down your plans on the back of your hands Until you feel the sand on your toes Keep drivin' west to the coast, oh-oh I don't know where you're from But I would take the long way home You need to go with your mom Pack your stuff and drive along To Cannon Beach, Cannon Beach Cannon Beach, Cannon Beach Wo-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Wo-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh Wo-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Wo-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh I don't know where you're from But I would take the long way home You need to go with your mom Pack your stuff and drive along