Cape Cod

You’re sitting at work, and you dream of the beach and the dunes
You hop in your car on Friday at the crack of noon
Approaching the bridge you’re reduced to a crawl and a prayer
And it’s anyone’s guess how long until you get there
You get to your room or your cottage, it’s dark and the sounds
Of the city are long now behind you, instead you’re surrounded
With crickets and breeze and the moon in a cloudy disguise
And tomorrow you’ll wake with a longing for lobsters and fries
Cape Cod, love hate, Route 6, be late
One lane, Oh God, summer, Cape Cod
Saturday morning, it’s coffee and doughnuts first thing
Then you start to remember belongings that you didn’t bring
So it’s T-shirts and sunglasses, belly-packs, blankets, flip flops
That you bought for a buck ninety nine at the Christmas Tree Shop
Cape Cod, love hate, Route 6, be late
Bargains, Oh God, summer, Cape Cod
Seafood, whale watch, sailboat, sunblock
Dolphins, drag queens, ice cream, caffeine
No beach sticker, too much liquor
Lighthouse, windmill, eat out, big bill
If you go to the tip of the arm that’s where Provincetown calls
It’s a little bit different from Chatham, all in all
And you haven’t hit the spot if Hyannis is as far as you got
You can’t see the sun set in a movie or a mall
Cape Cod, love hate, Route 6, be late
Chatham, Oh God, summer, Cape Cod
This parcel of sand, oh, that’s where my sweetie is from
So we picked up and moved from a place where my heart was at home
But I guess that we’ll give it a try, the five o' clock Elks Lodge Fish Fry
There’s a charm in a small town that you just can’t deny
Cape Cod, love hate, Route 6, be late
Fish Fry, Oh God, summer, Cape Cod