Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Peter Bruntnell
Peter Bruntnell
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peter Bruntnell
Peter Bruntnell
Composer
Bill Ritchie
Bill Ritchie
Composer

Lyrics

I’ve never been much good at getting up in the morning
This singing after dark has been my tomb
I’ve got my pistol out on this innocent blue dawning
Guardian of those dreams still on the move
I hoped to write my way out of the pines
But there’s not much now
That’s never been done before
But another life, walking down that ocean road
To the surf here has brought me just in time
I’ve never been much good at heeding the boss’s warning
Tainted by that pulp they all sell
And I haven’t got the time for that bourgeois hippy yearning
Banging on my drums and bells
I hoped to write my way out of the pines
But there’s not much now
That’s never been done before
But another life, walking down that ocean road
To the surf here has brought me just in time
I’ve never been much good at keeping a good thing going
Just another fool at the wishing well
When you tell me I’m doing it wrong
And I say that don’t make a meaning
Away you float downstream in your ship of spells
I hoped to write my way out of the pines
But there’s not much now
That’s never been done before
But another life walking down that ocean road
To the surf here has brought me just in time
To the surf here
To the surf here
To the surf here has brought me just in time
Written by: Bill Ritchie, Peter Bruntnell
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