Endless Summer Days

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 forgot 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