| Moving West (to be a surfer dude) |
| When I was young I saw the picutres on the T.V. screen They told me how to live and how my life should be Its what you got, not who you are They wear expensive clothes and drive brand new cars As years began to pass and I began to realize All their fashion and weath are all a big disguise Was never part of the team, I didn't think the same I dream of a place where it doesn't have to be this way Moving west to be a surfer dude Grow my hair and sleep till noon Some say I've thrown my life away I don't listen, just surf all day Hear a lonely voice ride the wind through the trees Tells me of a place in which i can believe Golden sunsets, wide open starry nights A new adventure each day beneath the sun's warm light Hear the waves rush in and play their song against the sand It carries my soul, a feeling no one else can understand The warm sun reaches down, and takes my spirit in its hands Like a pat on the back from a long lost friend The ocean doesn't care what kind of board you ride The only thing that changes is the turnin tide Put on my suit, I grab my wax Hop on my board and I never look back |
| Music and Lyrics by Kyle Boisjoli |