From the album Cut Loose and Live

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Lyrics

Child of the East Coast

I drive 900 miles to the east coast / to the family I ain’t sure I wanna see
I still smell the ocean in my memory / man; I learned to walk right on that beach
I see the lobster fishers laying traps down / hear the seagulls screeching on the lawn
Swilling beer and waiting on the sunset / when the stars shine I’ll be drinking by the fire

YOU KNOW THAT I’M A CHILD OF THE EAST COAST
I FEEL MY HEART SING WHEN THE BAY’S JUST FREE OF ICE
NOW I’M DYING IN THIS DIRTY SMOGGY HOGTOWN
SOMETIMES IT MAKES ME WONDER ‘BOUT MY MIND

You know I love the hustle of the city / but my heart longs for a salty, sandy beach
Gonna burn up that frost-heaved crappy two lane / no cabs or TTC out on them streets
Nothing to do and lots of time to do it / drinking beer and picking by the fire
Hit the bunk couple of hours before daybreak / watch the lighthouse a’ flashing on my wall

At six A.M . my granddad’s cooking breakfast / I smell the coffee, the bacon and the bay
the kids are all down on the beach and screaming / Toronto just ain’t far enough away