Verse 1 Welcome to Mendo, bring your wallet and your awe We sell you back the sunset like we carved it from the fog Every view’s got a price tag, every breath is “limited” Pay to stand where someone else decided you could live They call it “local flavor,” tastes suspiciously the same Copy of a copy of a copy wearing names Hand-lettered signs that all came from the same design Aged to look authentic, shipped here overnight Pre-Chorus We don’t own the ocean We don’t own the sky But we’ll charge admission And call it “small-town pride” Chorus We sell the view we don’t own At prices we can’t explain Service with a smear and a smile Saying “you should be grateful you came” It’s a copy of a copy of a copy of a dream Still polished, still pretty, still empty Scallops aren’t sacred They’re just pieces of wood But we’ll swear it’s tradition If it helps sell the mood Verse 2 Every menu’s telling stories that the food can’t quite support “Tide-to-table,” “hand-harvested,” flown in from the port Thirty-seven dollar plates for things we’ve always had Same damn fish, different font, new way to call it “crafted” The paint is peeling slowly off the myth we try to keep Salt air eats the truth first, leaves the fantasy to sleep Pre-Chorus We rent the word “community” By the hour, by the stay Say “support local business” While pricing locals away Chorus We sell the view we don’t own At prices we can’t explain Service with a smear and a smile Saying “you should be grateful you came” It’s a copy of a copy of a copy of a dream Still polished, still pretty, still empty Scallops aren’t sacred They’re just pieces of wood But we’ll swear it’s tradition If it helps sell the mood Bridge (quiet, almost spoken) The cliffs were here before us They’ll be here when we’re gone They don’t care about your Instagram Or who slapped a logo on Final Chorus (lift) We sell the view we don’t own Like it’s fragile, like it’s rare But the ocean keeps rolling Doesn’t notice we’re there It’s a copy of a copy of a copy of a lie Wrapped in driftwood and wine And the sun still sets for free No matter what they charge to see Outro Sun still sets for free… Sun still sets for free.
