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