Roddy Frame 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
