From the recording Marina

Lyrics

I moved down to the ocean
Tryin to find some peace
I guess I had some sort of notion
Of maybe breakin free
I watch the boats out on the bay now
I watch the breakers on the beach
Summer never really comes here
And you're still out of reach
You're still out of reach

There's tourists on the sidewalk
There's locals in the bars
The cops hide round the corner
to catch the speedin cars

And I'm here lickin old wounds
learnin the lessons that they teach
like 'Summer never comes here'
and 'you're still out of reach'
And you're still out of reach

Now I don't mind the cold
No, I don't mind the chill
Summer never really comes here
I guess it never will
I guess it never will

You ever get down to the ocean
Where the stones they meet the sea
You ever take some sort of notion
Wonderin' where I'd be
Follow the boats out on the bay
Down to the breakers on the beach
If you ever wanna find me, my friend, I won't be hard to reach
No, I won't be hard to reach