This Ain't a Surfin' Movie

When I turned the page

The corner 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

And I came from her soft touch

And slept

We sat on a shoreline

Watching wind scalp the white off the waves

Sitting on a shoreline

And if I could do it, I'd dog-ear this page

We spoke about growing old

And filling the future's empty stage

She sang a short tune

Da, da-da, da-da-da

And I came from her soft touch

And slept

She sang a short tune

Da, da-da, da-da-da

And I came from her soft touch

And slept

When I turned the page

The corner bent into a perfect dog-ear

As if the words knew I'd need them again

I'd need them again, oh

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