Boulevard

Will Stelter

Back the car, down the boulevard
Right up on the beach
And when the sea, comes crashing in
You, won’t hear a thing

There’s dreams, painted above the waves
And their caps at your feet
With light-house on point, fisherman beyond
Blue and golds of the sea

And you hold on for something
And you hold on for naught
You hold on for anything
Yeah, a crown and its frog

So buckle up, a leg or two
And wait for the chorus sound
Sinking in with your aqualung
And your empty hands are porous now

So sailor in the midst of this,
Storm of your life
You sleep with one eye open
To quell the fears of your mind

And you hold on for something
And you hold on for naught
You hold on for anything
Yeah, she’s asleep in the tower

When the mirror finally spoke
Told us to leave, evaporate like ghosts
Your cauldron bubbled over
And the sea, ate the town

And you hold on for something
And you hold on for naught
You hold on for a southern shore
Yeah, asleep on the rocks