Ain’t pressing no danger, just a passing by stranger to few. With a soft kissed old soul pressed and showing no interest besides tending the beaches he knew. Well the Neskowin Rangers with you.
Have you ever been walking across the stumps and the sand? Then felt a hand to your shoulder turned and seen an old man. Whose smile is corroded and bled to the land stripped a new. As the wind kept a knocking no trembling or stopping just knowing he’d make it on through.
The Neskowin rangers with you, and the Neskowin rangers subdued.
The Neskowin rangers with you, and the Neskowin rangers subdued. That rain kept falling but he knew what he’d do and the Neskowin rangers with you.
