Head south in the mornin':. Just take off with no warnin'.. Tell your boss you need a change of scene.. Head south if you're feelin',. Your homesick heart is reelin',.
A surf rock man from the land of plenty. Surf rock mess with no surf but pine trees. Struck by being ashamed of your old space. . Just wanting that mean heat.
Walking away again. Seems like I know the back of your head. Better than the, better than the front. . But hey, you don't see me, don't see me stopping you.
There's been a whole lot said about your city living. They told us that the streets were paved with gold. And some of us believed 'em, left our home and came looking.