Living Above the Waterline
M.C. Taylor
Monday morning, oh, motel room
Oh, sunset somewhere, see you soon
I got my way of going
Oh mom and dad, who rode the wheel
They never told me, do what I feel
But I think I read it in your eyes
Now do I seem happy?
Oh, mama was a sewing machine
Yeah, daddy was a heartbeat
Away from me
When I was young and stepping out
Twenty years down the line, it's become about
Just living
Above the waterline
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Na na na na na
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Na na na na na
