Whiskey Creek Surf Shop Blues

Two damned boats and a three hour drive

Wolf in the fog on a Friday night

Packed my bags, put aside my pride

To see your face in the candlelight

You didn't fall for me but I'd hoped you'd climb

The rain on my face tastes just like tears

It's looking like storm season's here

Incinerator rock with 6 warm beers

On the other side of facing fears

And I'll be headed back when the coast is clear

Everywhere I go

There's signs of you

Even miles from the ocean

I get the Whiskey Creek Surf Shop Blues

And the setting sun will see me through

Bought a tapestry

To make me feel brand new

Coffee and smoke

In the afternoon

In the middle of the straight away from you

I still get choked up with that view

It never gets old, but I sure do

Everywhere I go

There's signs of you

Even miles from the ocean

I get the Whiskey Creek Surf Shop Blues

And the setting sun will see me through

Could it be you?

Once I thought it could

Maybe I couldn't speak the truth

As clearly as I should

My pain isn't yours

I need you to know

The path that I'm on

Is a lonely road

I know my way around

Just don't know the way out

Once I've paid what's owed

I'll be free, no doubt

You can find me close to shore

Looking for the wave

Worth waiting for

Waiting for

Everywhere I go

There's signs of you

Even miles from the ocean

I get the Whiskey Creek Surf Shop Blues

And the setting sun will see me through