Cape Cod - David Roth

You’re sitting at work, and you dream of the beach and the dunes

You hop in your car on Friday at the crack of noon

Approaching the bridge you’re reduced to a crawl and a prayer

And it’s anyone’s guess how long until you get there

You get to your room or your cottage, it’s dark and the sounds

Of the city are long now behind you, instead you’re surrounded

With crickets and breeze and the moon in a cloudy disguise

And tomorrow you’ll wake with a longing for lobsters and fries

Cape Cod, love hate, Route 6, be late

One lane, Oh God, summer, Cape Cod

Saturday morning, it’s coffee and doughnuts first thing

Then you start to remember belongings that you didn’t bring

So it’s T-shirts and sunglasses, belly-packs, blankets, flip flops

That you bought for a buck ninety nine at the Christmas Tree Shop

Cape Cod, love hate, Route 6, be late

Bargains, Oh God, summer, Cape Cod

Seafood, whale watch, sailboat, sunblock

Dolphins, drag queens, ice cream, caffeine

No beach sticker, too much liquor

Lighthouse, windmill, eat out, big bill

If you go to the tip of the arm that’s where Provincetown calls

It’s a little bit different from Chatham, all in all

And you haven’t hit the spot if Hyannis is as far as you got

You can’t see the sun set in a movie or a mall

Cape Cod, love hate, Route 6, be late

Chatham, Oh God, summer, Cape Cod

This parcel of sand, oh, that’s where my sweetie is from

So we picked up and moved from a place where my heart was at home

But I guess that we’ll give it a try, the five o' clock Elks Lodge Fish Fry

There’s a charm in a small town that you just can’t deny

Cape Cod, love hate, Route 6, be late

Fish Fry, Oh God, summer, Cape Cod