The Coast

I'm gonna take my fears to the famous piers. Gotta hop on a ferry boat. As I pass by the rock to the Marin Dock, I will watch all the memories flow. From the peacock feathers to the angel's letters, These are the hills where the boomers play. The surf at Stinson Beach is beyond my reach, So I'll see what my brokers make. Love Ashbury or hate Ashbury, the bloom Is off the rose. What the quakes don't take, let the heavens shake, And we'll wait 'til the coast is clear. Did we stay too long? Were the tides too strong? Were we lost in a comfort zone? Was the water cold before we got so old, Or was it all merely our zone low? Love Ashbury or hate Ashbury, the bloom Is off the rose. What the quakes don't take, let the heavens shake, And we'll wait 'til the coast is clear. From the morning mist to the sunset kiss, Here we wait 'til the coast is clear. Here we wait 'til it's late by the Golden Gate. Here we wait 'til the coast is clear. Love Ashbury or hate Ashbury, The bloom is off the rose. What the quakes don't take, let the heavens shake, And we'll wait 'til the coast is clear. From the morning mist to the sunset kiss, Here we wait 'til the coast is clear. Here we wait 'til it's late by the Golden Gate. Here we wait 'til the coast is clear. Here we wait 'til the coast is clear. Here we wait.