Arcade on the Pier

Found an apartment on the outskirts of the waterfront
I know it wasn't the one we were dreaming of
In the basement of a home owned by an old woman
It's cold at night but when the wind is right you can hear the ocean

Jenny's taking classes at the two-year school
I found me a job and put my hands to use
The margin's thin, see, we ain't got much coming in
But it's hard to put a price on independence

Salt has worn the paint from that stolen Chevrolet
That we left by the pier behind a boarded up arcade
Sometimes I ride out just to see if it's still there
Our rusted shepherd in disrepair