Sitting on the dock
Thinking about the time
Waving to the seagulls
Flying so free in the sky
I read the messages
Out of my reach out of my time
The emotional hungry hot women
All they want is me
Sitting on the dock
Watching the ripples making patterns
The seagulls calling me
“Aren't you stupid?”
I was once running with the pack
Got all the way through the rock and roll
The loud drumbeats, beers, wine and song
In the dim lights the dancers met
Sitting on the dock
Wave at the seagulls
Out of my reach out of my time
The emotional hungry hot women
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