Oh Man

Well on the other shore, there’s a hook for all your hang-ups
A pier full of disasters, and a word for everything
You had to be there, I know it’s somewhere
Where all of us have grown, and understood
Well on the other shore, there’s a week that’s filled with weekends
A crick that trickles bourbon in your cup
There’s always free time, it’s never bed time
Your friends are around or sleeping in
Where nobody’s famous and nobody cares
Where everyone’s broke, but nobody’s scared
Oh man, oh man, oh man
Well on the other shore, there’s a week that’s filled with weekends
A crick that trickles bourbon in your cup
There’s always free time, it’s never bed time
Your friends are around or sleeping in