I suppose it might have been the salt air, the way it drew me toward the shore
Or maybe it was all that water, the way the sea calls out for more
Can’t say for certain what it was though, that took me deeper in myself
But there was something just so peaceful, the misty surf, the way I felt
Cause something touched me, way down below
Something took me to a place I didn’t know
And ya it warmed me, and I could tell
That there was fire there, but I knew it wasn’t hell
That beach town Galilee was home then, my little cottage by the sea
A girlfriend bought me a blank notebook, seemed she sensed there was more to me
I got a beat-up old acoustic, and learned the chords to Heart of Gold
But sixteen-hundred and forty-three times later, the judge inside still wasn’t sold
But yet it touched me, way down below
Something took me to this place I didn’t know
And it was warm there, but the judge said…Do tell
Cause there ain’t no fire here, and you’re better off in hell
Well the judge he’d passed his dark decree then, and gave me twenty years to life
To mull one terror-stricken image, me up on stage, oh spare the sight
So I stuffed my guitar in the attic, and a couple decades disappeared
I think I hoped that it would freeze and crack apart, so I wouldn’t have to face this fear
Cause something touched me, way down below
Something took me to a place I didn’t know
And ya it warmed me, and I could tell
That there was fire there, but I knew it wasn’t hell
I live way up here in the woods now, about as far north as it gets
A friend’s cabin by a tiny trickling brook, some days it’s real hard to get wet
And yet it seems the ocean’s closer, than when I lived almost next door
Cause when I play and sing my heart is full of gold, and still the sea calls out for more
Because it touches me, way down below
And there is nothing that I need or have to know
And it’s so warm here, and I sure can tell
That there is fire here, and I know it isn’t hell
I once lived real close to the ocean, a little beach town, Galilee