歌词
It’s too late it's too soon
It's too hard a job
Catching gold from the steeple Melted golden bars
Had me thinking like a preacher I was a golden dreamer
I was afraid to be here light
You won't catch me cry Across the screen
Let's go back to the movies Watch the stars fall apart
Makes the road to no-place Seem a lot less lost
And you seem a lot less lost
I bought a beach house
The lifeguard kicked me out Said the waves are too great Get out of town
So i went up to Candy Mountain To figure some shit out
Read a book about
Real estate by the lake
Real estate by the lake