"Sound Of Waves" lyrics
A New York station
Sandy transistor radio
Cracklin' n' ridin' July's
Salty summer breeze
And that Smokey sound
Really got a hold on me
Seems to know my heart and soul
Exactly how I feel
Over East coastline
Atlantic horizons
A bigger world drifts in
My home beach town shores
Oiled suntanned ponytail girls
Glisten rhythm to a jukebox sound
Set my mind spinning 'round
Felt a change in me in 1964
When I close my eyes
I can see the water
I hear voices singing songs
From much younger years
When I open my heart
I feel the sun
Bringing color to my face
And I drift away
On the sparkle of reflection
And the rhythm
And the sound of waves
My cousin and me
Saturday afternoon at the picture show
Guitar magic playing high and wide
Up on the screen
Somethin' 'bout a look in their eyes
Somehow we both recognized
Felt so real to us
Much more than just a dream
Down the beach fire hall
Tuned guitars checked on microphones
Searching for a teenage
Raspy soulful tone
I well remember when
Girls crowded sandy concrete floors
We smiled and we counted four
Never once turned our hearts
Away again
When I close my eyes
I can see the water
I hear voices singing songs
From much younger years
And when I open my heart
I feel the sun
Bringing color to my face
And I drift away
On the sparkle of reflection
And the rhythm
And the sound of waves
Radio's playing
She's fixing supper in the kitchen
Tired hungry footsteps
Climb the stairs to the back door
He's a good man
With a good heart
And a good hard working life
Still feeling lucky to be alive
Prayers answered he found his way
Thru a cold worlds war
Sunday drive all singing
I can see the water
Rolled down widow radio echoes
Mill towns and beach shores
She warmed his heart just like the sun
She brought color to his face
He could drift away
Let go of hard earned troubles
No need to ask the world
For any more
Up in my room
I turn up louder a New York station
Any day now
A life to live and call all my own
These four walls
No longer hold my imagination
Pack my guitar, leather boots
And determination
A dream I know for me
Is surely waiting
Further on up the road
When I close my eyes
I can see the water
I hear voices singing songs
From much younger years
And when I open my heart
I feel the sun
Bringing color to my face
And I drift away
On the sparkle of reflection
And the rhythm
And the sound of waves
Sandy transistor radio
Cracklin' n' ridin' July's
Salty summer breeze
And that Smokey sound
Really got a hold on me
Seems to know my heart and soul
Exactly how I feel
Over East coastline
Atlantic horizons
A bigger world drifts in
My home beach town shores
Oiled suntanned ponytail girls
Glisten rhythm to a jukebox sound
Set my mind spinning 'round
Felt a change in me in 1964
When I close my eyes
I can see the water
I hear voices singing songs
From much younger years
When I open my heart
I feel the sun
Bringing color to my face
And I drift away
On the sparkle of reflection
And the rhythm
And the sound of waves
My cousin and me
Saturday afternoon at the picture show
Guitar magic playing high and wide
Up on the screen
Somethin' 'bout a look in their eyes
Somehow we both recognized
Felt so real to us
Much more than just a dream
Down the beach fire hall
Tuned guitars checked on microphones
Searching for a teenage
Raspy soulful tone
I well remember when
Girls crowded sandy concrete floors
We smiled and we counted four
Never once turned our hearts
Away again
When I close my eyes
I can see the water
I hear voices singing songs
From much younger years
And when I open my heart
I feel the sun
Bringing color to my face
And I drift away
On the sparkle of reflection
And the rhythm
And the sound of waves
Radio's playing
She's fixing supper in the kitchen
Tired hungry footsteps
Climb the stairs to the back door
He's a good man
With a good heart
And a good hard working life
Still feeling lucky to be alive
Prayers answered he found his way
Thru a cold worlds war
Sunday drive all singing
I can see the water
Rolled down widow radio echoes
Mill towns and beach shores
She warmed his heart just like the sun
She brought color to his face
He could drift away
Let go of hard earned troubles
No need to ask the world
For any more
Up in my room
I turn up louder a New York station
Any day now
A life to live and call all my own
These four walls
No longer hold my imagination
Pack my guitar, leather boots
And determination
A dream I know for me
Is surely waiting
Further on up the road
When I close my eyes
I can see the water
I hear voices singing songs
From much younger years
And when I open my heart
I feel the sun
Bringing color to my face
And I drift away
On the sparkle of reflection
And the rhythm
And the sound of waves
