I dreamt I was in the surfing van
White, utilitarian
I opened the door
Warm, follow me
You can pile your things in a duffel bag
And carry your whole life right on your back (Each little favorite trinket)
With ten pairs of clothes, life really ain't so bad
You can ride your bike and romp along the riverbed
On that late, lazy LA afternoon
On that late, lazy LA afternoon
I dreamt I read a smutty book (whalebone)
Her eyes, they looked like Old Hollywood
I, oh, read it all in one night
Wood floor, it's paradise
You can hang on the hill with Farmer Dan
And pick up some choice words from Tomato Cam
Accidentally, in the field, work on your tan
And on your way home, pick some fruit to make guava jam
On that late, lazy LA afternoon
On that late, lazy LA, LA afternoon
On that late, lazy LA afternoon
