it was a sunny summer day of sophomore year derek, marc, and i on highway 55 surfboards on the rack, ate breakfast on the way its days like these that make me glad to be alive surfs a crashing, bronze bodies on the sand this must be heaven where the water meets the land i love these california ways i miss those endless summer days we grabbed our boards and fought the waves to get outside the ocean is so powerful, so crystal blue and white we felt so safe there like the pearl inside the shell its days like these that make the stories i love to tell we watched the tide recede, the sun began to fade the lifeguards left their stand, another perfect day
it was a sunny summer day of sophomore year derek, marc, and i on highway 55 surfboards on the rack, ate breakfast on the way its days like these that make me glad to be alive surfs a crashing, bronze bodies on the sand this must be heaven where the water meets the land i love these california ways i miss those endless summer days we grabbed our boards and fought the waves to get outside the ocean is so powerful, so crystal blue and white we felt so safe there like the pearl inside the shell its days like these that make the stories i love to tell we watched the tide recede, the sun began to fade the lifeguards left their stand, another perfect day