"food grows where water flows,"   it's the battle cry of the west   I try, like all the rest, to take it easy   undertows and dominoes weigh heavy on my mind   it feels like summertime in the valley      I close my eyes   and watch you dangle your tan legs into the sea   and your sandy hair gets tangled on the breeze      all roads lead to the coast, but the coast is never clear   a new port every year, under sunscreen   the future never seemed so close, standing on the pier   but you were always here in my heartbeat      I close my eyes   and watch you dangle your tan legs into the sea   and your sandy hair gets tangled on the breeze      oh, bye bye bye   goodbye...