It's really true
 how nothin' matters. 
Then, my word, and 
no mad hatters.
 No one's bitchin'
 'cause there ain't no batters
 in Coconut Grove.
 
By the door,
 there's no one comin'.
 Oceans roll
 will dull the drummin'
 in your city thoughts and
 city ways.
 
The ocean breeze is cool,
 my mind.
 The salty days are hers and mine
 just to do what we want to.
 Tonight we'll find a dune
 that's ours
 and softly she will speak the stars
 'til the sun up.
 
It's all from havin'
 someone knowing 
just which way your head is blowin'.
 It's always warm
 like in the mornin'
 in Coconut Grove.
 
The ocean breeze is cool,
 my mind, the salty days are 
hers and mine, 
just to do what we wanna.
 Tonight we'll find a dune that's ours
 and softly she will speak the stars
 until sun up.
 
It's really true 
how nothin' matters.
 Then, my word, and no 
mad hatters.
 No one's bitchin' 
'cause there ain't no batters
 in Coconut Grove.