Track 3 of the EP Ribbons on the Handlebars · 2014
Coast Road in the Quiet Months
“Out of season, the coast belongs to you. The chorus is basically the open window.”
cinematic pop · anthemic choir · road pop · 3:35
Lyrics
Windows down on the coast road, nobody else in sight Shuttered ice-cream kiosks in the morning light Sea on the left like a silver sheet Engine hum and a steady heartbeat The season has gone, the crowds have flown But the road is wide and it's all our own Drive, drive, along the quiet shore Every mile is a little more Hope in the wheel and the wind in our hair Open water everywhere Sing it out, we are on our way Nothing here is in our way Drive, drive, along the quiet shore The best of the coast is ours Lighthouse blinking at the cliff's far end Gulls in the gale like a ragged band Café with a sign that says Open Still One warm cup at the top of the hill The season has gone, the crowds have flown But the road is wide and it's all our own Drive, drive, along the quiet shore Every mile is a little more Hope in the wheel and the wind in our hair Open water everywhere Sing it out, we are on our way Nothing here is in our way Drive, drive, along the quiet shore The best of the coast is ours Round the bend the whole bay opens wide Gold on the water, a rising tide Whatever is waiting, we'll meet it there With the sky for a banner and salt in the air Drive, drive, along the quiet shore Every mile is a little more Hope in the wheel and the wind in our hair Open water everywhere Sing it out, we are on our way Nothing here is in our way Drive, drive, along the quiet shore The best of the coast is ours Drive, drive, along the quiet shore The best of the coast is ours