Carry this picture for luck. Kept in a locket,
tucked in your collar, close to your chest.
Make it a secret, shown to the closest friends.

And meet me at quarter to seven,
the sun will still shine then, at this time of year.
We'll head to the inlet. And we'll share a bottle there.

And color the coast with your smile
it's the most genuine thing i've ever seen.
I was so lost, but now, I believe.

And follor me south of the big docks, where they tether the boats,
and the rich men revere as so important, they hire our fathers to steer.

And down to the edge of the water,
where we'll spill our guts,
and we'll name our fears. I'll give you this picture.
Kepp it and don't be scared.

And color the coast with your smile.
It's the most genuine thing I've ever seen.
I was so lost, but now, I believe in the coast,
your smile is the most genuine thing I've ever seen.
I was so lost, but now, I believe