

No parking signs and a
half-dead phone
We found one corner and
called it home
Guitar in the trunk,
cooler
on the ground
Soon every window had
the same old sound
Sand on our sneakers,
moon overhead
Someone sang louder than the radio said We came for the ocean,
stayed for the song
Funny how a wrong plan can feel so right
Funny how a wrong plan can feel
so right (so right,
yeah)