Where the Beach Meets the Ocean

Woke up and my head is pounding
 Room is spinning like a merry-go-round and
 Well I'm not sure exactly where I'm at
 Lately my home is home is where I hang my hat
 I'm in need of assistance
 I hear pitbulls barking in the distance
 While the wheels of a skateboard counts the cracks
 That all the bums fall through and never ever come back
 The church bells tell me I missed Sunday mass
 Can't hear them ringing as the planes fly past
 A brief pause through all the commotion
 And its good to be back where the beach meets the ocean
 Cruise to the beach it's the top of the afternoon
 Haven't seen a cloud in the sky for a month or two
 Keep your eyes out for the girls or you miss them
 Looking so good even the sun's got to kiss them
 In SoCal we got 10's and 9's
 I'd trade my own parade for the girl with the tan lines
 So let the muscle heads chill by the lifeguard tower
 They'll hit the gym, we'll hit the happy hour
 Bartenders they will fill your glass
 They got heavy hands that'll take your cash
 The whole bar smells like suntan lotion
 And it's good to be back where the beach meets the ocean
 At first I admit that I had my doubts
 This town chewed me up and it spit me out
 But in every bar I could find a friend
 To pick me up when I fell to pieces
 And put me back together again
 Sun it sets over tall palm trees
 That are not from here yea they're just like me
 And the names of streets running North and South
 Come from those who spoke from their own damn mouth
 It's a dream one could only wish
 To claim a street in a town like this
 Where the groms grind rails over flights of stairs
 And the surf's so good that it just ain't fair
 We all watch the sun goes down
 Everyone in the whole damn town
 For one moment shares the same emotion
 Yea it's good to be back where the beach meets the ocean