Click your heels
And feel you come for me
Care free she's got something big to tell me
At the ocean
Talk back at the ocean
There's no simple way
To let you know
Funny how she always cried out daddy
I got a big surprise she said
I'm in trouble now
And it cannot wait
She's ten days late
Boy your life got complicated
Well I can't wait
To see this through
She's ten days late
Ten days late
Low ride bicycles go cruising by
I laugh
I don't even know why
Talk back at the ocean
Consequence and ozone
Catch a glow
Oh no baby oh no no
Give me a minute now
To figure out my state
Oh I know
She's ten days late
And I don't know

Where to take it
But it's still great
Knowing you
She's ten days late
Ten days late
Choir time has come for you to choose
Baby daddies keep your boo
Many blessings come to you
Baby daddy keep your boo end choir
Your eyes look to me for what to do
I can't lie
I don't know
At the ocean
Talk back at the ocean
No one's laughing
Now what do I say
I walk away but oh no
Don't go
At the ocean
Talk back at the ocean
Give me a minute now
To figure out my state
She's ten days late
And I'm never going to fade it
I guess I'll always be
Knowing you
Knowing you
Knowing you

Third Eye Blind

Third Eye Blind from San Francisco Mission District Mostly guitars with other things knocking around Riffs and deep beats Lyrics are expanded in a kinda hip hop way That wrong thing you’re not supposed to say- we say it Black on Black pretty much from the beginning It took us so long to get things this way but it really feels like we are underway now Jacked on coffee we are a fabulously disorganized bunch We seek impact with friends try to surf whenever we can dirty jokes looking out for each other we have eyes and a voice so no surprise when we speak the fuck up We care about shit No sequencers no backing tracks not a DJ group We believe in the gathering power of music Guess you could say we are a motherfucking rock band Born in shadow, made of lions, loud as fuck