Sun-burned and wondering how I wound up here Edge of a dock and one flip flop, half of six-pack of beer Seems like yesterday I was sitting on top of the world And I watched it all just drive away, no truck, no boat, no girl Laying out there on that water is where we ought to be Instead I'm stuck with no ride home and no you here with me Seems like yesterday I was sitting on top of the world All it takes is one mistake, no truck, no boat, no girl If I could I'd drive a line and catch a bite to eat Put my zip-code in my tackle box or there behind the seat If I could I'd drive a line and catch a bite to eat Put my zip-code in my tackle box or there behind the seat The water's turning smooth as glass, the sun is going down A red sea regales blowing by making one last lap around Seems like yesterday I was sitting on top of the world I'm just bobbing in the wake, no truck, no boat, no girl Seems like yesterday I was sitting on top of the world Man, ain't meant to live this way, no truck, no boat, no girl Some things just can't be replaced, no truck, no boat, no girl