Comments Off | Posted: March 31st, 2004 | Filed under: Uncategorized
Wearing moth-eaten sweaters and gloves
We will open the window and feel an on-shore wind
A-blowing in
Grab our boards from the back of our van
Paddle out ’til we can’t see the sand
Spin around and drop into the wave we hope will never end
Somewhere there is hope
Somewhere there are dreams
Far from everything
Let’s go surfing, babe
