Decemberists - Oceanside lyrics

Sweet Annabelle,

As seen reclining on an ocean swell

As the waves do lather up to lay her down 'til she's fast and sleeping.

Oh well, I guess I'm something of a ne'er-do-well- who fell asleep at the pealing of the steeple bell.

I'm on track and keeping.

But oh, if I could only get you oceanside,

to lay your muscles wide,

it'd be heavenly.

& oh, if I could only coax you overboard,

to leave these lulling shores,

to get you oceanside.

Oceanside. Oceanside. oh.

At rising tide, you're looking fresher than a July bride.

We're picking up what our mothers always stigmatized.

The field is right for reaping.

Oh well, I guess I'm something of a ne'er do well,

even though that's something I could never do well.

I'm on track and keeping.

But oh, if I could only get you oceanside,

to lay your muscles wide,

it'd be heavenly.

Oh, if I could only coax you

overboard,

to leave these lulling shores,

to get you oceanside.

Oceanside. Oceanside. oh.