Chill-Axin'

High tide's up

And the water's coming in on the shore

Usually wait until vacation

But I sure 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 goin'

Just a warm trade wind a blowin' through 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 ol' 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 outrunnin' 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 mezcal maybe I'll be able

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

Chill-axin'



High tide's up

And the water's coming in on the shore

I usually wait until vacation

But I just can't take this city anymore