Go To The Beach by Museum Mouth Lyrics

I was an escapist before I escaped
I was a con-artist until I lied
Now I've never been big on taking risks
But god knows that for you I tried
I was young before I got old
And I got old way before my time
I haven't seen the sun in six long months
And this dreary winter makes me want to die

I may seem out of touch
Or sometimes out of reach
But when the going gets tough
I'm gonna go to the beach