One, two, one, two, three

Our lives will come to an end
So don´t die with a bunch of regrets

When it´s all set in stone
And you´re nothing but bones
Can you live with the things that you did
Or the things that you didn´t?
The things that you didn´t

Just write down your plans on the back of your hands
Until you feel the sand on your toes
Keep drivin´ west to the coast

I don´t know where you´re from
But I would take the long way home
You need to go with your mom
So pack your stuff and drive alone
To Cannon Beach, Cannon Beach
Cannon Beach, Cannon Beach

Wo-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Wo-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Wo-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Wo-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh

The sky looks bluer out here
Watch the tide slowly disappear
You know the waves have so much to say
But it´s something that you´ll never hear
If you don´t stop and listen
Maybe you´ll miss it

Write down your plans on the back of your hands
Until you feel the sand on your toes
Keep drivin´ west to the coast, ooh-ooh

I don´t know where you´re from
But I would take the long way home

You need to go with your mom
And pack your stuff and drive alone
To Cannon Beach, Cannon Beach
Cannon Beach, Cannon Beach

Wo-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Wo-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Wo-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Wo-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh

I don´t know where you´re from
But I would take the long way home
You need to go with your mom
Pack your stuff and drive along