Get the move on, I'll pack a lunch
Tell my mom that we can fit a
bunch more in her car.
See if she's cool using my car.
I can drive so fast I turn hands
into airplane wings, oh the
things that life's
made of-- they seem so
made up. Everything seems
better by the seaside, with
the sand and sun in your eyes
you're blinded dumb.
And the fire hits the water and
the sky turns red and it doesn't
matter what was said when days are
done. Well, let's have some fun.
I've been thinking about the day,
but you've been chasing the
day away. Well not together
all of those thoughts will stay
out on a beach in the half moon bay.
The old familiar 84, it still drives
like it did before, when we'd come
out here in the summer-- when
we'd come back through
with a sunburn and I'd kiss
you while Scott took the wheel
because I knew just how
it'd make you feel. Our wonder
years ring like thunder across other
years. It's no wonder that everything
seems better by the seaside
on a beach in the Half Moon...
Is it half empty of full moon?
Are summer wave breaks
still our tune? ...Bay.

Recorded in L.P.D studios

Original Lyrics - Ronnie C.
Music - Ronnie C
Cover by Zack Seven