4am, load the boards into the van Set course for, the coast just south of the bend 'cause we'll never, see surf like this again Southeast swell, gla** lines a mile long We'll ride them, in our heads we'll sing this song 'cause we'll never, see surf this high again Time won't wait for me
Time won't wait for me They'll flip you over, as you head out into them Just past the break now, you'll turn your board to drop-in They'll pick you up and throw you down their face then this ride will begin