Our lives will come to an end So don't die with a bunch of regretsWhen it's all set in stone And you're nothing but bonesCan you live with the things that you did Or the things that you didn'tThe things that you didn'tJust write down your plans on the back of your handsUntil you feel the sand on your toes Keep driving west to the coastI don't know where you're from But I would take the long way homeYou need to go with your mom To pack your stuff and drive aloneCan it be? Can it be? Can it be? Can it be?Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, oohOoh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, oohThe sky looks bluer out here Watch the tide slowly disappearYou know the waves have so much to say But it's something that you'll never hearIf you don't stop and listen Maybe you'll miss itWrite down your plans on the back of your hands Until you feel the sand on your toesKeep driving west to the coastI don't know where you're from But I would take the long way homeYou need to go with your mom To pack your stuff and drive aloneCan it be? Can it be? Can it be? Can it be? Ooh, ooh, ooh, oohOoh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, oohI don't know where you're from But I would take the long way homeYou need to go with your mom To pack your stuff and drive alone