Coconut Grove

It's really true

how nothin' matters.

Then, my word, and

no mad hatters.

No one's bitchin'

'cause there ain't no batters

in Coconut Grove.

By the door,

there's no one comin'.

Oceans roll

will dull the drummin'

in your city thoughts and

city ways.

The ocean breeze is cool,

my mind.

The salty days are hers and mine

just to do what we want to.

Tonight we'll find a dune

that's ours

and softly she will speak the stars

'til the sun up.

It's all from havin'

someone knowing

just which way your head is blowin'.

It's always warm

like in the mornin'

in Coconut Grove.

The ocean breeze is cool,

my mind, the salty days are

hers and mine,

just to do what we wanna.

Tonight we'll find a dune that's ours

and softly she will speak the stars

until sun up.

It's really true

how nothin' matters.

Then, my word, and no

mad hatters.

No one's bitchin'

'cause there ain't no batters

in Coconut Grove.