Bikeride Carl Wilson Suite
When she broke my heart
You came and sang me to sleep
And when she said goodbye
I love the summer in your voice
It was like a hall of fame
It was like a holiday
It was like a hall of fame
It was like a holiday
You cut your hair last summer
You made it look like my baby wears hers
Funny how your mom talked like you
When I sent you green and young fresh peaches
And I'm sitting in Hawaii
Watching fireworks under palm trees
By the water
Where there's sand
Where there's seaweed
There's you and me singing along
Holding out till you're here
Can you hear?
Can you hear?
Can you hear?
Can you hear?
Can you hear?
Can you hear?
Can you hear?