Oceanside (Live) - The Decemberists

Sweet Anabelle

As seen reclining on an ocean swell

As the Waves do lather up

And lay her down

'Til she's fast and sleeping

Oh well

I guess I'm something of a neer-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 ocean side

Stretch your muscles wide

It'd be heavenly

And Oh

If I could only coax you overboard

To leave these lolling shores

To get you oceanside oceanside oceanside

At Rising tide

You're looking fresher than a July bride

We're picking up what our parents always stigmatized

The field is right or reaping

Oh well

I guess I'm nothing but a neer-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 oh