Wherever the wind blows. When it blows over the sea. The moon's sitting high. Waves will rise. Water shapes. Waves will take you, take you there. Surf's up tonight.
I, I was, I was shaken down in a toy town. He, He's out there. You know it's Kennedy's shadow from White Cross to Michigan. ATM's, are in the air, oh yeah machines they are spinning out everywhere.
Wherever the wind blows. When it blows over the sea. The moon's sitting high. Waves will rise. Water shapes. Waves will take you, take you there. Surf's up tonight.
Spirit of the Age. There is an SOS of real distress, baby tears at the best address. Ambulance chasers won't confess, sun comes up and you're stuck. .
Hope you're a God, your turn to pray. Hope you've a God, it's your turn to pray. Light on the hill so far away. The light on the hill is so far away. Boy, where are you now.
On the fringes of torso and lips. Straining to hear the voice of gospel choir. Pummelled plains and beaten fields. We're never broken in spirit within.
Won't you come on down the line, away from barren ground. The harlot and the autocrat, are they driving you further down. The season's rhymes, they anchor me, against the raging tide.
Don't want to live in a prison cell. Don't want to live in a smoking room. Independence just won't come to you. In the brief of a diplomat. . Say your prayers for the future.