Pacific Coast - White Fox Society

We tore it down to build it up again with a different state of mind.

Kept our ear to the ground, our nose to the grind.

We’re running vicious like the wolf pack, don’t wanna break our necks looking

back.

I’m here to take what I came to get, no time to waste,

I’m not settling for just a taste.

We’ll keep the wheels spinning till we have them all singing, all the detours

we’ve taken have brought us closer and closer.

We won’t stop till we say it’s over.

So here’s a toast to the pacific coast.

All the ups and downs and dead end roads.

That couldn’t keep us away from chasing the silhouette of a california sunset.

We got our one way ticket, no return.

Crossing the bridges and letting them burn.

So here’s a toast to the pacific coast.

With my hands on the steering wheel pointing West, the seats are all taken,

no room for regrets.

For however long it takes, my home is now the highway, the roads calling me out

I just can’t stay.

Sorry pretty baby this just wasn’t in the cards.

We’re forced to fold our hands and now I need to depart.

We’ll keep the wheels spinning till we have them all singing.

All the detours we’ve taken brought us closer and closer.

We won’t stop till we say it’s over.

So here’s a toast to the pacific coast.

All the ups and downs and dead end roads.

That couldn’t keep us away from chasing the silhouette of a california sunset.

We got our one way ticket, no return.

Crossing the bridges and letting them burn.

So here’s a toast to the pacific coast.

Long nights long drives caffeinated pupils.

Dilated, just to stay alive.

We’re the ones who decide what’s around to bend.

We won’t follow the signs, we’ll make our own instead.

If theres on thing I’ve learned, theres no use in hiding, from a cub to a lion,

you show your teeth more and more.

Just break down the fucking doors.

As the miles pile you’ll grow the strength to endure it all

So here’s a toast to the pacific coast.

All the ups and downs and dead end roads.

That couldn’t keep us away from chasing the silhouette of a california sunset.

We got our one way ticket, no return.

Crossing the bridges and letting them burn.

So here’s a toast to the pacific coast

We’re crossing the bridges and letting them burn.