It's really true how nothing matters. No mad, mad world and no mad hatters. No one's pitchin cause there ain't no batters in Coconut Grove.
Don't bar the door there's no one coming. The oceans roar will dull the drummin of any city thoughts and city ways.
The ocean breezes cool my mind. the salty days are hers and mine just to do what we wanna. Tonight we'll find a dune that's ours and softly she will speak the stars until sun up.
It's all from having someone knowing just which way your head is blowing who's always warm like in the morning in Coconut grove.
The ocean breezes cool my mind. the salty days are her's and mine just to do what we wanna. Tonight we'll find a dune that's ours and softly she will speak the stars until sun up.
It's really true how nothing matters. No mad, mad world and no mad hatters. No one's pitchin cause there ain't no batters in coconut grove.