Surf

Amazing, grace-filled guiding light
 See her safely home tonight
 The east-side squares've grown cold and loud
 Since I lived there with the twilight crowd
 The west end lights have lost their wow
 Trail my thoughts, show me the way to the heart of her
 I'm half-lost, wondering if I should follow
 Or lay low
 Sweet, slight arresting bright light smile
 Peels back the layered big city style
 And reveals me in the mystery of what her world could mean to me
 She's an island girl
 I'm lost at sea
 When I was young the radio played just for me, it saved me
 And now I don't want anyone who wants me, baby
 Tuning out the darkness
 Turning on the dawn
 If life was like the songs, I'd surf across the curved horizon
 and forget her and be gone
 So I check my map for tiny signs
 Of where she's at and where she's been
 But it's made from scraps of stupid lines
 From songs and scenes and magazines
 It doesn't tell me what it means
 Take her face out of the start of the day for me
 I'm half crazed, wondering if I should follow
 Or let it go
 Can't get straight
 Lost my way
 I'm overcome by her spell
 When I was young the radio played just for me, it saved me
 And now I don't want anyone who wants me, baby
 Tuning out the darkness
 Turning on the dawn
 If life was like the songs, I'd surf into the waves
 and in a splash of silver she'd be gone