I-4 Carry me To Daytona

 

 

12 cold bottles of escape

I want to get out of reach

and a tape full of memories

to get me to the beach

 

Refrain:

I-4 carry me to Daytona

Got the milk money and I headed out of town

Broken down is what I got this week

and I’m heading for lower ground

 

You’re going to tell me that you’re sorry

you promise everything’s O.K.

then you ply yourself in anger

and kick me while I stay

 

Bring me to the pastel oasis

Atlantic avenue I’ll roam

where the sun shines a little brighter

and the sky cheats blue that it doesn’t own

 

How much longer do I have to say

this is the last I will endure

your paranoia and delusions

assurances are not secure

 

Melt into a beach of a millions searchers

looking for a lifetime in a week

pass me by in your bikinis

that’s not the comfort that I seek

 

 

 

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