My Way Out

I saw the east side today
 I've been an ocean slave for so long
 There's something that I can't resist
 Something in the ocean mist
 Living anywhere else would be wrong
 I've added it up
 I can't get enough
 I've learned to say
 I've been playing it tough
 There's plenty to see
 Optimistically Optimistically
 I saw some grinders out the back
 Perfect little six foot shacks
 Plenty of lip to crack
 But we're gonna break out
 And see what's outside our front door
 Not coming back
 Until we found what we're looking for
 Found what we're looking for
 And we'll meet back here again
 Till' time rolls over the end
 And we'll die in our home town
 Know I found, know I found
 And we'll meet back here again
 Till' time rolls over the end
 And we'll die in our home town
 Know I found, know I found
 My way out
 I saw some smoke coming out the stacks
 Not another soul around
 The ocean perfect like glass
 But that's not gonna stop us no
 From leaving the safety of the shore
 Not coming back
 Until we found what we're looking for
 Found what we're looking for