Shell Beach

Saw the picture on a postcard once
White white sand and blue blue waves
Didn’t know exactly where it was
Couldn't read the postmark date

Something strange about the memory
Cuz I can’t find it on this map
And I can’t get out of this city
And my whole world is just a trap

Can’t anybody tell me where to go 
or how to find my way alone
If I keep going down this road 
who’s gonna stop me
Am I just paranoid or stoned 
or sick or something I don’t know
I barely recognize my home.

Saw the same picture on a calendar
Looked so inviting, so serene
Shell Beach, it must be somewhere out there
Someplace out there that I can’t reach

Can’t anybody tell me where to go 
or how to find my way alone
If I keep going down this road 
who’s gonna stop me
Am I just paranoid or stoned 
or sick or something I don’t know
And I don’t think this is my home.

I swear I woke up this morning 
somewhere different than I went to sleep last night.
I wonder if it makes a difference 
how the world keeps on shifting; 
I can’t recall sunlight.

Maybe the picture is reality
And this dark city is the dream
If I keep going one direction
I’ll hit the coast eventually

Can’t anybody tell me where to go 
or how to find my way alone
If I keep going down this road 
who’s gonna stop me
Am I just paranoid or stoned 
or sick or something I don’t know
I thought I was there years ago.

Oh can’t you tell me where to go 
or how to find my way alone
If I keep going down this road 
are you gonna stop me
Am I just paranoid or stoned 
or sick or something I don’t know
But I just know I have to go.

~ February 10, 2003