Waxahatchee

I take the bus to Waxahatchee, endure a three-hour trip I want to smell the salt in the air to give my life a kick I contemplate the decades past on an asphalt strip Movement's my only escape from the clockin' of the tick Time is earned, time is spent I'm just tryin' to keep up with what's current Time is earned and time is spend I'm learnin' to float along with the endless current On the bus to Waxahatchee, one with too many kids Up and down the aisle they run, blazin' right past where I sit These little ones can't see beyond their exuberance They don't notice as each moment is just as soon spent Time earned is time spent I'm just tryin' to keep up with what's current I know that time is earned and sure gets spent Yeah, I'm just now learnin' to float along on this endless current Stepped of the bus in Waxahatchee, onto the golden sand Rolling waves lap the shoreline and I no longer pretend To store the currency of life in some eternal bank Movement's the only way I feel the full force of the wait Time is earned, time is spent