Get the move on, I'll pack a lunch.

Tell my mom that we can fit a bunch more in her car.

See if she's cool using my car.

I can drive so fast

I turn hands into airplane wings,

oh the things that life's made of

they seem so made up.

Everything seems better by the seaside,

with the sand and sun in your eyes

you're blinded dumb.

And the fire hits the water

and the sky turns red

and it doesn't matter what was said

when days are done.

Well, let's have some fun.

I've been thinking about the day,

but you've been

chasing the thoughts away.

Well not together

all of those thoughts will stay

out on a beach in the half moon bay.

The old familiar 84,

it still drives like it did before,

when we'd come out here in the summer

when we'd come back through with a sunburn

and I'd kiss you while Scott took the wheel

because I knew just how it'd make you feel.

Our wonder years ring like thunder across other years.

It's no wonder that everything seems better

by the seaside on a beach in the Half Moon Bay