Bowline - Venice Beach Lyrics

Joe hit the ground in Venice Beach on Tuesday afternoon
Woke up face down, which month and week
Inside his hotel room
Leaned up against the shattered glass
His mind, it went to June
On the wall he wrote in red, it read
The light is dying too
He heads out to the sun and sea like every day before
Still wearing his old retro tee from Coachella 04
Where once the voice of reason reigned
A circus lion's roar
In the sand he writes again there
June forevermore
Joe watches from his window, crowd surface
Joints where he can mend and smoke
A medical purpose, a purpose
Happy just to warm his hands at hell's furness
Happy, happy, happiness, ask now
Is it worth it, is it worth it
Here I stand in a sea of islands
Forty years I held out for you
A victim of a wayward father
Forty years to make it through
Her drink got spiked on Tuesday
Woke up Friday afternoon
June rages against the dying light
A waning silver moon
Walks on the lonely promenade
A whisper gone too soon
In a softly spoken voice she asks
What can I do for you
She sheds the skin she wears for guys
When feet, they touch the sand
Wades in to silver moonlit tides
Just like her dreams had planned
In a far but not too distant bar
Some long forgotten band
Strike up a lonely reverie of
Baby, hold my hand
They watch it from the edges, crowd surface
Joints where they can fall apart, and ask now
If it's worth it, if it's worth it
Happening in half a world, life's purpose
Happening to others, but the happenings are worthless
Are worthless
Here I stand in a sea of islands
Forty years I held out for you
A victim of a wayward father
Forty years to make it through