The Road To Shell And Sand Testo

Life on the Coast does feel good again
Drive down any Mystic Road
Clapboard Shutter, Cape Cod Tin
A thousand years all safely stowed
8 Miles before the land turns out
To Atlantic Cod and crashing wave
And for the Tourist come the fried fish house
And the postcard remnants of a better day
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where I have settled in and battened down
And everything is all right
I am home again
Where the road turns to shell and sand
I left here 9 years ago
Full of know it all strut and conquering blood
Knocked around the choked up city
And I got dragged down in the flood
Solo
I took a job at Mason Island Marina
Lifting boats and hauling traps
Spend my mornings throwing paint on the Elizabeth Anne
and pouring over these harbor maps
I keep cash inside a coffee can
Fives and tens, to pay the rent
It's a long way from 380 Madison Ave
Where I'm poor as hell now but finally content
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And at night I drive down the Noank Road
Roll the windows down on the truck
I can feel the road change from asphalt to shell
And I say a prayer for luck