End of an East Coast Road Intro Verse 1 — Windows down past Shippagan Salt air running through the Mustang Coffee cups and dashboard dust Chasin’ that July with us Old beach radio fading in Static drifting with the wind Highway one thirteen unwinding slow Toward the edge of the world we know Pre-Chorus And every mile felt lighter somehow Like the whole world disappeared right now Chorus — At the end of an East Coast road Where the wild tides turn and the cold wind blows Northern gannets falling through the blue Like they know something we don’t do Picnic blanket hanging off the weathered table Waves breaking hard beyond the grass and gravel Sunlight shattering on the water below We found forever for a little while At the end of an East Coast road Verse 2 — Miscou shoreline, beachgrass sway Salt drying softly on our skin all day Barefoot footprints in the sand Atlantic water on our hands Colorful boats lined up in Shippagan Bright against the shoreline in the ocean wind That lighthouse watching over miles of blue Like it had seen every summer through Pre-Chorus — And every wave kept saying slow down Stay a little longer now Chorus — At the end of an East Coast road Where the wild tides turn and the cold wind blows Northern gannets falling through the blue Like they know something we don’t do Picnic blanket hanging off the weathered table Waves breaking hard beyond the grass and gravel Sunlight shattering on the water below We found forever for a little while At the end of an East Coast road Bridge — Maybe that’s why people come back here To find the part of themselves that disappears Somewhere between the sky and sea The Atlantic finally lets you breathe At the end of an East Coast road Where the long days burn in a red sunset glow Northern gannets carving through the wind Like they’ll always find their way again Lighthouse shining at the edge of the water Accordion drifting through the salt air summer With the whole wide ocean laid out below We left our worries with the waves At the end of an East Coast road Outro (waves, gulls, distant accordion, lap steel, and surf fading together) Yeah we left our worries with the waves… At the end of an East Coast road…
