Tall Glass

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, glass 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

Time won't wait for me
My board cuts a line across the sea
Right here off the coast of Belize
The surf won't wait for me