Sofa King

The sofa king sits
And changes commercials
Squeezes the last drop of beer from the can
An old football hero
Who's rarely nostalgic
Stares at the mantle where the trophies still stand

And he looks out over the ocean
That covered these canyons and caves
And remembers his every intention
To swim out past the waves
To swim out past the waves

She loves old movies
And the young Audrey Hepburn
She hasn't seen 'em all, but she plans to someday
Inspired by Oprah
She wants more from living
Than working the checkout at IGA

She looks out over the ocean
Covered these canyons and caves
And remembers her every intention
To swim out past the waves
To swim out past the waves

I'm tired
And I'm fed up
Will these feelings ever let up?
Am I fading
Or am I crazy?
Do these days just leave without me?

Triple-A maps
With coffee-stained circles
Sit on the dashboard and fade in the sun
She turns on the main road
He turns on the radio
Peering out the window, not a sound from either one

As they look out over the ocean
That covered these canyons and caves
And remember their every intention
To swim out past the waves
As they swim out past the waves
To swim out past the waves
As they swim out past the waves