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SURFER GIRL
Let me be your guitar strummer
Catch a wave between your curls
All I need is one hot summer
To become my surfer girl
I don't wanna build a castle of sand without
your help
I don't wanna wade in the water with
anyone else
Let me be your diving partner
Teach you not to be afraid
To go deeper for the treasure that was
lost one stormy day
I'd rather be your surfer girl
Than have all the riches in the world
And I'd rather lie with you on the beach
Than suffer admirers at my feet
Why can't I be your surfer child?
And catch the stars as they
fall from your eyes
Sweep me out in your rip tide
Ride ride ride
Let me be your conga player
Serenade you on the street
Al the natives' gather there
In the evening by the sea
I'd rather be your surfer girl
Than have all the riches in this world
And I'd rather lie with you on the beach than
suffer admirers at my feet
Why can't I be your surfer child
And catch the stars as they
dull from your eyes
Sweep me out in your riptide
Ride ride ride
WILDERNESS: TRACK BY TRACK
“On the other hand [laughs], this is the young side of me. This one came entirely out of some kalimbas and log drums I brought back from Kauai; you can hear them on the beginning. They’re not even in tune, but that dictated the key and the simplicity of the verse. I love that line in the chorus: ‘I’d rather lie with you on the beach than suffer admirers at my feet.’ I’m so glad I’m getting to say these things!”
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