Forget the second coming
I need you in the here and now
Instead of dreamin' up a way to
Spread your name across the world somehow

When you told me you were leavin'
I wasn't thirsty for revenge
No I wasn't disappointed much at all
Cause you'll be back again

If you're movin' out to the west
Then you'd better learn how to surf
The tide will break in on itself
There are no ghosts to exhume or unearth

If you're gonna do it then do it
Otherwise you just might lose your nerve
I swear that ocean it swallowed me fully
And it might have to follow you home

When you wake up in the morning
And you hear that awful applause
Put it in your f**kin' napkin
And watch it dissolve

You could seal it in an envelope
Tuck it away in your safe
But you can't take it to the bank
And you can't take it back

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): JOHN PAUL PITTS, THOMAS FEKETE, THOMAS JOHN FEKETE, TYLER JERRY SCHWARZ, TYLER SCHWARZ