Memories of loved ones are passing me by Oceans of sand and rust Give way and yield my wake Tired and lost No one to trust Who is there to give the push All I have learned Straighten the curve Like a circle to return

Everybody's gone surfin' Surfin' U.S. A. Surfin' U. S. A. If everybody had an ocean Across the U. S. A. Then everybody'd be surfin' Like Californi-a You'd seem 'em wearing their baggies Huarachi sandals too

I'm lost and fading, life ain't great My heart is breaking and life won't wait There's no one there, no one around There's not a soul and not a sound Your feet stuck in the sinking sand Your mind is reeling, shaky hands Tears are streaming, sorrow calls

Sands of all time, mystery of life Everlasting sadness through lightyears gone by Land lost in time, once more back where we belong Promises of yesterday, we'll keep holding on Rise up to the open sky One chance at the price of glory Raise your souls

A thousand miles away from that speed trap town She said, "It's none of my business but it breaks my heart" Dropped a dozen cheap roses in my shopping cart Made it out to the truck without breaking down Everybody knows you in a speed trap town Well it's

Man-made shame You see my pain is real Watch my world dissolve And pretend that none of us see the fall As I turned to sand You took me by the hand And declared, that love prevails over all All of what remains

He hung on the windswept world tree Whose roots no one knows For nine whole days he hung there pierced By Gugnir, his spear Swimming in pain he peered into the depths And cried out in agony Reaching out he grasped the runes Before falling back from the

F-R-I-E-N-D-S Want me to spell it out for you? Ooh ooh, ooh ooh You can't be reasoned with, I'm done being polite I've told you one, two, three, four, five, six thousand times Haven't I made it obvious? Don't mess it up, talking that shit Only gonna push

Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing Forty thousand in my pocket (you see it) Another twenty on the way (you see it, ay) I got a fish for a dollar (you see it, uh) Five hundred for the Jays (you see it, ay) I get money out the ass (you see it) I

So maybe you could walk with me a while And maybe I could rest beneath your smile Everybody stumbles sometimes and needs a hand to hold Maybe I could rest beneath your smile It's a long trip alone over sand and stone That lie along the road that we all