Shore to Shore

Shore to Shore

The end of the seesaw gets me high
eat a diet of light and break for the night
The pendulum swings while shredding the land
You ain't done nothing if no grease on your hand

Zero times zero divided by one
don't lie down in the blinding sun
The hawk on the marker just sits and stares
The magic improves and starts to share

Shore to Shore
Down to the core
Spangled and thick
No hand on the stick