Riding The Waves (For Virginia Woolf)

(album: Hobo With A Grin - 1978)

She shook her head and I saw jewels
I saw golden trinkets hanging there and quivering
Then she told me, "Hey, I see the sea.
Watch how the creases form then disappear."
We saw a new day forming

The sun had risen now
And set the fibers burning
We got the feeling of riding the waves

Then light struck upon the brooding trees
Making one leaf seen transparent and then shimmering
Then an arc of fire was burning on the distant rim
Of the horizon and we gazed in awe

The sun had risen now
And set the fibers burning
We got the feeling of riding the waves

The sun had risen now
And set the fibers burning
We got the feeling of riding the waves

Then she whispered, "Look, the honey-colored ball
Is melting its way into another morning"
Then she flicked the back of her neck, defiantly
And for such gestures one could fall
Hopelessly in love for a lifetime

The sun had risen now
And set the fibers burning
We got the feeling of riding the waves
We got the feeling of riding the waves
We got the feeling of riding the waves
We got the feeling of riding the waves
We got the, we got the, we got the, we got the...
We got the feeling of riding the waves