This Ain't A Surfin Movie

when i turned the page

the coner bent into a perfect dog ear

as if the words knew i'd need them again

but at that time i couldn't see it

i would read that page every day

for the next year

she sang a short tune

da, da da da da da

i came from her soft touch

and slept

we sat on a shoreline

watching wind scalp the white off the waves

sitting on a shorline

and if i could do it

i'd dog ear this page

we spoke about growning old

and filling the future's empty stage

she sang a short tune

da, da da da da da

i came from her soft touch

and slept

when i turn the page

the corner bent into a perfect dog ear

as if the words knew i'd need them again

i hope the weather holds

but you don't need the sun to make you shine

these island towns don't care for city folk

but i think we can starve the city from our minds.

i know we won't want for much

it's just you and me and a bed and a shoreline