Wish I Woulda

I was but a teen Painting gilded dreams Of glitzy booming industry Blue condo by the sea Heard "You're So Naive" Play in a Hurley OC Shot up a rush of dopamine Retail epiphany Left without a plan And claimed my inch of land In overflowing colonies That had no use for me What are you And where are you from? Who are you? Who said that you could come? I wish I would have gone surfing Balboa Beach, Newport Wicked waves at the wedge Hanging ten in Huntington Instead of sitting on my ass at the water's edge Never caught the eye Of the cool white guys Never got close to touching Their white bread music scene Blonde girls weren't so mean As they tried not to be seen Beside our inland dinge With their fake tan golden sheen Turned my truck around And got the hell out of town My sunny youthful idea Got me years as Maria What are you And where are you from? Who are you? Who said that you could come? I wish I would have gone surfing Balboa Beach, Newport Wicked waves at the wedge Hanging ten in Huntington Instead of sitting on my ass at the water's edge I'll never in bands playing surf rock On the screen above the swimsuits and flip flops I wish I would have gone surfing Balboa Beach, Newport Wicked waves at the wedge Hanging ten in Huntington Instead of sitting on my ass at the water's edge