Sharing everything is just short of joy
I cut my hand to feel it all the tricks did I employ
Something shifting in me like I'm this brand new bed
This thing inside me trying to get settled but just aching all night instead

In Flagstaff Arizona I mailed all the letters I wrote on the bus
While people snored around me, their hats over Cheshire eyes
Their cowboy shirts they fall and rise

I just wanted to feel the ride
I just wanted to feel the ride

I think I came to see the ocean
I think I came to see the ocean
I think I came to see the ocean
but it's nobody's ocean, it's nobody's ocean, it's nobody's ocean

The post office smells like mothballs, people smell like breakfast
The coffee's on somewhere in the back
The postmaster coughs and yawns, shuffles through the mail
The sound of papers rustling in the back

Sharing everything is just short of joy
I cut my hand to feel it all the tricks did I employ
Something shifting in me like I'm this brand new bed
This thing inside me trying to get settled but just aches and pains all night instead
instead instead

I think I came to see the ocean
I think I came to see the ocean
I think I came to see the ocean
but it's nobody's ocean, it's nobody's ocean,
it's nobody's ocean, it's nobody's ocean