Chill-axin' Lyrics

High tide's up,

Water's coming in on the shore

Usually wait until vacation,

But I can't take this city anymore

Work's been hell

And that rush hour traffic's never been a breeze

Ain't no hustle where I'm going

Just a warm trade wind a-blowin' in the trees

I don't need no sympathy

That won't bring satisfaction

Just need to charge my battery

Had a bad reaction

Gonna do my best to decompress, chill-axin'

I could fire up my ole motorcycle

And head up to the country where it's green

Maybe head up to Montana

But there's something about the ocean that's serene

Fifteen hundred miles

Still got seven hundred left to do

But it don't seem like forever

When you know that you're outrunning the blues

I don't need no sympathy

That won't bring satisfaction

Just need to charge my battery

Had a bad reaction

Gonna do my best to decompress, chill-axin'

There's a worm in the bottle and Wild Shot on the table

With some salt and lime and some mescal, maybe I'll be able

To find my paradise, to put this broken world on ice

Chill-axin'

High tide's up,

Water's coming in on the shore

Usually wait until vacation,

But I can't take this city anymore