Ryan Montbleau - All Wet Lyrics
Waiting.Waiting by all these dry vines.Yes, Ive been waiting, waiting, Lord,For the river-tide to pass on by.And I know it aint rolled by yet,Because my ankles and my feet are still wetAnd got that same subtle feelingBehind my ears.Riding.Riding on a mountain goat.But Ive been saving, saving, Lord,Saving up to buy myself a speedboat.So that I can leave this land,Put that ever-loving throttle in my handAnd get that same subtle feelingThat Ive been searching for for years.WaitingOn a Sunday afternoon.Yes, I know its Sunday, Lord, Sunday,But I like it in the afternoon.Come Monday, Tuesday, WednesdayIve got too much to do,And Thursday, Friday, Saturday comeI get that same subtle feelingThat Ive been searching for for years.Searching for for years.Riding on a billy-goat, saving up to buy myself a speedboat.Yes, Ive been riding on a billy-goat, saving up to buy myself a speedboat.So that we can leave this land.Put that ever-loving throttle in my handAnd get that same subtle feeling.That weve been searching for for years.
