The Battle Cry Of The West

food grows where water flowsits the battle cry of the westi try like all the restto take it easyundertows and dominoesweigh heavy on my mindit feels like summertimein the valleyi close my eyes and watch you dangleyour tan legs into the seaand your sandy hair gets tangled on the breezeall roads leads to the coastbut the coast is never cleara new port every yearunder sunscreenthe future never seemed so closestanding on the pierbut you were always herein the heartbeati close my eyes and watch you dangleyour tan legs into the seaand your sandy hair gets tangled on the breeze(ohhhh oh oh)bah bah bah, bah bah bahbah bah bah, goodbyebah bah bah