The Surfer

Back on the island, Water Tunnel 3 A cage ascending, someone looks like me Look up at fingers reaching into space A Roman soldier's spearhead jammed above the waist Heard someone speaking, a voice without a face The ocean's churning, the cables stay in place An operation the locals couldn't save An undercover agent drowned beneath the waves Outside the confines of a super-mini's door There's a California king placed directly on the floor Oh, the surfer can't forget the shells around his neck But you were born beneath fluorescent lights You've never seen a starry night, you saint Fake fortune-teller scandalized by fate Broke bodybuilder crushed beneath the weight Lost and deluded, trying to find your place Inept long-distance runner losing every race Outside the confines of a super-mini's door There's a California king placed directly on the floor Oh, the surfer can't forget the shells around his neck But you were born beneath fluorescent lights You've never seen a starry night, you saint