Western Florida

[Intro]
Let’s go cruise the western coast of Florida
It might bore ya, sure
But there ain’t no stoned-out hippies maulin’ you

[Verse 1]
Every other person is retired, there
Well I’m tired here
Don’tcha think it’s time we laid back too

[Chorus]
Apathy
Appeals to me
I got a spit shine on my shoe
Baby, let’s go space it out like the old folk do

[Verse 2]
Trouble’s all we got with all that insight
Try some foresight, now
But don’t we find a beach, just me and you

[Verse 3]
‘Cause Lord knows just how long it might take
For me to shakе this rut
My ship pulled in the harbor
Then it sunk

[Chorus]
Apathy
Appеals to me
I got a spit shine on my shoe
Baby, let’s go space it out like the old folk do

[Outro]
Let’s go cruise the western coast of Florida
It might bore you, sure
But there ain’t no stoned-out hippies maulin’ you