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