Lindy strolls around. . Down main streets. Down side streets. Makin his way through town he picks up pennies. Saves 'em for a rainy day. With callous feet he makes his way to see the sun sink in the bay.
Some say we're the land of misfit toys,. An insane mix of girls and boys.. Nothing really changes, like a stretch of sand time forgot.. . That's just livin', that's just livin'.