The sofa king sits   And changes commercials   Squeezes the last drop of beer from the can   An old football hero   Who's rarely nostalgic   Stares at the mantle where the trophies still stand      And he looks out over the ocean   That covered these canyons and caves   And remembers his every intention   To swim out past the waves   To swim out past the waves      She loves old movies   And the young Audrey Hepburn   She hasn't seen 'em all, but she plans to someday   Inspired by Oprah   She wants more from living   Than working the checkout at IGA      She looks out over the ocean   Covered these canyons and caves   And remembers her every intention   To swim out past the waves   To swim out past the waves      I'm tired   And I'm fed up   Will these feelings ever let up?   Am I fading   Or am I crazy?   Do these days just leave without me?      Triple-A maps   With coffee-stained circles   Sit on the dashboard and fade in the sun   She turns on the main road   He turns on the radio   Peering out the window, not a sound from either one      As they look out over the ocean   That covered these canyons and caves   And remember their every intention   To swim out past the waves   As they swim out past the waves   To swim out past the waves   As they swim out past the waves