Going through the country,
to end up by the sea
Winding down the back roads,
over bridges under trees
I have got to find the shoreline,
I need to shift some sand
There's too much time being built up,
and its slipping trough our hands

Less is more, More or less

Looking at the islands,
and dreaming of beyond
Underneath the oceans,
so much we don't yet know
But I'm happy with the present,
the sun the moon the stars
Everything around us,
feel it in your heart

Less is more, more or less
I'm going way out west