Coconut Grove - Eric Andersen

It’s really true how nothin' matters

No mad, mad world and no mad hatters

No one’s pitchin' cause there ain’t no batters

In Coconut Grove

Don’t bar the door

There’s no one comin'

The ocean’s roar will dull the drummin'

Of any city thoughts or city ways

The ocean breezes cool my mind

The salty days are hers and mine

Just to do what we wanna

Tonight we’ll find a dune that’s ours

And softly she will speak the stars

Until sun-up

It’s all from havin' someone knowin'

Just which way your head is blowin'

Who’s always warm, like in the mornin'

In Coconut Grove

In Coconut Grove

The ocean breezes cool my mind

The salty days are hers and mine

To do what we wanna

Tonight we’ll find a dune that’s ours

And softly she will speak the stars

Until sun up

It’s really true how nothin' matters

No mad, mad world and no mad hatters

No one’s pitchin' 'cause there ain’t no batters

In Coconut Groove