Compass

My compass is on the fritz I walked into the ocean and ya caught wind of it Gave a boardwalk beard my last few bucks Says he buys sells and takes but gives no fucks There’s oil in water Oil in water Clinking like it’s some kinda club Where the only dues are showing up You never felt more a child than when the sky’s blocked out by the gathering clouds and your stomach sinks like your mama just yelled but you’re a grown man thinking that you weathered it well You’re oil in water Oil in water Clinking like it’s some kinda club Where the only dues are showing up