Cocoanut Groove The High Coast
Looking from my window
To the streets below
The red bricks and the gardens
And you
On the sidewalks
Strangers walk in perfect rows
Half past eight
It's time for work again
I've been longing for
Where the wind blows
Far away from these grey streets
To the high coast
All through the day the people talk and I reply
But all my thoughts are somewhere far away
They're drifting like a river when the tide runs high
Float like clouds on a windy day
I've been dreaming for
Where the wind blows
Far away from these grey streets
To the high coast
I've been longing for
Where the wind blows
Far away from these grey streets
To the high coast
