Point Doom

It seemed like centuries ago When the monks crossed the mountain tombs Malibu, El Camino and a sipping tea lemonade room We ponder all that we could lose In a theater dark The cross of Jesus sees it all His red blood's on the bark Those beach-kids try and break their hearts Out at Point Doom Beach nation, blacker chords And a wild and restless moon That dumb green took all my friends You know they try to be so surf They're acting like they don't care Gonna ride it till it hurts We skate behind the studio Asphalt and slammed doors you know That west coast tried to drag me down Inside my cold and crazy head Can't get no sleep in LA Gotta get back to my own bed Sitting in my room Think about our time at Point Doom Everything was so young Spent our summer howling at the moon Everything went black Doesn't help to take a look back All alone in the dark Filling up the pieces of my heart Now I live the endless summer Always follow his son Red rocks to my left Pacific sand on my tongue Now my body is the Spirit's home And I never have to be alone