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lyrics: LANDLOCKED!

(Chris Richards)

There are no salt breezes in the air
No tanned bodies in lifeguard chairs
Just grey concrete, busy streets
Everybody's struggling through the week
The nearest coast is seven states away

Now, I'm all out of vacation days
So I'm heading out to the usual place
Where we all come to wet our tongues
It's not the kind of place that you send a postcard from
But we love it anyway

Here we are, landlocked
Watching the sun sink down into the parking lot
We're rolling in like waves
We might be landlocked
It's no paradise, but we've got all we need
To wash the week away

Who needs drinks that cost $12
To kick right back and loosen your collar?
They've got beer
So, let's sit down right here
And help all these pale white bodies make it disappear
It's cooler in the shade

Here we are, landlocked
Watching the sun sink down into the parking lot
We're rolling in like waves
We might be landlocked
It's no paradise, but we've got all we need
To wash the week away

What beach?
We're nowhere near it
We've got no water, but we've got spirits
Making the best of we've got

Come on, and let me hear it
We've got no water, but we've got spirits
High and dry on this spot
Landlocked!

©2007 Songs of Lake Effect Publishing, LLC
credits: released 17 May 2011
tags: tags: chris richards country folk landlocked landlocked! midwestern margaritaville pop rooney Los Angeles
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