Patrick Garcia This Is Why Part

Ice age heatwave, I can't complain. If the world was that large, why should I remain? Walked away to another planet. Gonna find another place, maybe one I can stand. I moved on to another day. To a whole new town with a whole new way. Went to the porch to have a thought. Got to the door and again I couldn't stop. Don't know where and you don't know when. But you've still got your words and you've got your friends. Walking on to another day. Work a little harder, work another way. Well, uh-uh, baby, I ain't got no plan. Well, a floating ball, maybe would you understand? The days get shorter and the nights get colder. I like New York, but this place is getting old. I packed my belongings and I headed for the coast. It might not be a lot, but I feel like I'm making a mess. The days get longer and the nights get late. I guess it's not surprising, but it's really not a shame. I've seen the boats and I make it feel a little less insane. Walked on off to another spot. I still haven't found anyone that I want. Did I want love? Did I need to know? Well, baby, now it's feeling like I'm carting an undertow. It's getting tough to duck against the lights. Adding the breeze to the summer lights. Outside water like it was great. I've been the one to blame. That baby said that she'd be with me. I know this starting home is not what life is about. But my thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth. My thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth.