Windward

[Gebweb]

Yeah I know, it's spring time

and winter is over and now,

it's on your dime.

Runnin the coast

after burning the toast,

you burp up eggs checking

the spot you surf most.

FLAT.

Back in bed

you sleep till noon,

hoping the wind chop

will come soon.

Far better off

if you sleep in,

cause the flag will begin to fly

when the wind fills in ...

and as the day goes further by.

It's the lazy man's forcast

to simply follow the wind,

an eyeball on that flagpole we'll call our mast.

If there's wind enough to sail to the beach

bets are there's waves within our reach.


Here comes the ~wind~