VERSE 1
What was I thinking when I started drinking when happy hour started at four? I had a few beers and a couple of shooters and I swore I wouldn’t have me no more. The next thing I knew they were ringing a bell and kicking me out of the bar. So I started home just walking down the beach but I never quite made it that far.

CHORUS
Now I’m asleep on the beach again feeling I’ve reached the end
Why did I do this to me? Am I trying to prove what I already know, I’m
not as young as I use to be. And if the creatures don’t eat me and the
ocean don’t sweep me somewhere out to sea. When the morning comes I’ll
be covered with sand and a lesson that didn’t teach me.

VERSE 2
The very next day I went back to the bar with another wad of money to spend. I’d be lying to myself if I said to myself that I’d never let it happen again, with every intention of leaving the bar powered by my own two feet. I don’t need a bed or a roof for my head, There’s plenty of room at the beach.


Words and Music By: David Hope