This Ain't A Surfin' Movie - Minus The Bear

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

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

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

But at that time I couldn’t see it

I would read that page every day for the next year

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