Jack Johnson Roadsong
(hmmmmm) Jack left his shoes by the screen door line
Just to walk barefoot through the
coastal pine
He told us stories of the southern swell
And how the water keeps its
secrets well
Oh, Jack Johnson, keep your head in the trees
With your pocket full of dreams and a salt-water breeze
Singing simple melodies under open skies
Where the world slow-dances in your eyes
He’s making coffee at the break of day
Before the morning mist has
cleared away
No rush to get where he's supposed to be
Just driftin' easy like the
tide at sea (yeah)
And the world runs fast,
but he stays still
Watching the shadows paint the western hill
He finds his fortune
in the quiet light
Oh, Jack Johnson, keep your head in the trees
With your pocket full of dreams and a salt-water breeze
Singing simple melodies under open skies
Where the world slow-dances in your eyes
Singing melodies...
(oooh) Under open skies