Out on the West Coast

Its

                                                       

I'm looking out the window, all I see is more snow

wet and always cold

I'm sitting by a fire,

tea in hand I sip it while I try

to figure out just what I'm doing here

I'm so sick of all the traffic

day after day always in my way

This fast pace always running late

forget when you last ate

to broke to go out on a date

everyone here seems so fake

wanna just go fishing on a lake

Take a rod and reel

and just keep it real

but there's just too much snow

to much cold

my hands shake my body numb

I hate the snow,

I don't want to be cold

I'm thinking of a beach somewhere,

sand in my hair, shoe thrown in the air

I'm thinking of sun warm on my skin

playing with my sons

I could be so content

just letting it vent

no screaming tired or honking horns

give me an accustic guitar and Dr.Pepper

its a real helper

I'll just let it fly

get high

and try to write