I'll make it to the coast one of these days. Camp out on a beach for 2 days. Grab my dog a good book and a guitar. Pack food and drink into my car. One day when it ceases to rain, one day when these clouds begin to break. I'll fly out there and visit some day. We'll embrace and relive the good old days over pints, we'll share stories never told. We'll laugh and forget we're so old. One day when it ceases to rain. One day when these clouds begin to break, maybe I'll come out of this daze and finally make it through this thick haze. One day when I'm not full of rage. One day when I'm free of this hate.