Across the street the [bad word]  
Down in the guter life is slipping away. 
Let me still exist in another place, [bad word] down under cover 
Of a helicopter blade. 

The flames are getting higher 
In effigy. 
Burning down the bridges of my memory. 
Love may still alive 
somewhere someday 
where they're downing only deer 
a hundred steel towns away. 

Oh, rhythm of my heart 
is beating like a [bad word] 
with the words "I Love you" 
rolling off my tongue. 
No never will I roam, 
for I know my place is home. 
Where the ocean meets the sky, 
I'll be sailing. 

Photographs and kerosene 
light up my darkness, 
light it up, 
light it up. 
I can still feel the touch 
of your thin blue jeans. [bad word] down the alley, 
I've got my eyes all over you, baby. 
Oh, baby. 

Oh, the rhythm of my heart 
is beating like a [bad word] 
with the words "I Love you" 
rolling off my tongue. 
No never will I roam, 
for I know my place is home. 
Where the ocean meets the sky, 
I'll be sailing. 

Oh, yeah. 

Oh, I've got lightning in my veins, 
shifting like the handle 
of a slot machine. 
Love may still exist 
in another place. 
I'm just yanking back the handle, 
no expression on my face. 

Oh, the rhythm of my heart 
is beating like a [bad word] 
with the words "I Love you" 
rolling off my tongue. 
No never will I roam, 
for I know my place is home. 
Where the ocean meets the sky, 
I'll be sailing. 

Oh, the rhythm of my heart 
is beating like a [bad word] 
with the words "I Love you" 
rolling off my tongue. 
No never will I roam, 
for I know my place is home. 
Where the ocean meets the sky, 
I'll be sailing. 

The rhythm of my heart 
is beating like a [bad word] 
with the words "I Love you" rolling off my tongue. 
No never will I roam, 
for I know my place is home. 
Where the ocean meets the sky, 
I'll be sailing