Music & Lyrics by Drew Brody
sometimes i pretend that the noise of the traffic from the highway
is really just the ocean
sometimes i pretend that the purple color in the night sky
is more than just pollution
i lie awake at night and i turn the fan on high
and when i close my eyes
i convince myself that i
i can feel the breeze off the water
the breeze off the water
i can feel the breeze off the water
the breeze off the water
and often i make believe that there’s more of the magic
than the madness
in the world that surrounds me
why is everyone so scared? everyone’s looking for something
that’s why i’m reaching out to anyone around me
it’s not ‘take what i can get,’ it’s ‘get what i can take’
and so i close my eyes, the fan on high, and tell myself that i
i can feel the breeze off the water…
it’s not ‘take what i can get’
i’ve got all i can take and yet
i close my eyes, the fan on high, i convince myself that i
i can feel the breeze off the water…
sometimes i pretend that the noise of the traffic from the highway
is really
just
the ocean