Surfboard Songtext
I've been finding myself praying
Have you seen the shape I'm in?
I've been cleaning up my act after a weekend's worth of sin
This past year I got let go and then the rent got hard to pay
So I'm finding myself kneeling down to pray
I keep them clear and small
Little prayers that won't hurt at all
Clear and small
Whispered words float through the walls
Like Dear Lord
I need a surfboard
Cause I can't figure out how to not drown in these waves
Dear Lord
I saw your billboard
About hell and fire and how I need to be saved
So I'm praying straight away
I've been finding myself praying, have you seen the shape we're in?
I know you haven't seen us lately on Sunday mornings we're sleeping in
Fried from treading water in this pool you threw us in
Waiting for a lesson on how to swim
I keep them clear and small
Little prayers that won't hurt at all
Clear and small
Whispered words float through the walls
Like Dear Lord I need a surfboard
Cause I can't figure out how to not drown in these waves
Dear Lord
I saw your billboard
About hell and fire and now I need to be saved
So I'm praying straight away
Dear Lord
Could you send out that surfboard
And maybe a couple hundred grand so we could stay
Dear Lord
If you strike down my landlord
I'll be there every week and not just Christmas Day
Kneeling down to pray...
Have you seen the shape I'm in?
I've been cleaning up my act after a weekend's worth of sin
This past year I got let go and then the rent got hard to pay
So I'm finding myself kneeling down to pray
I keep them clear and small
Little prayers that won't hurt at all
Clear and small
Whispered words float through the walls
Like Dear Lord
I need a surfboard
Cause I can't figure out how to not drown in these waves
Dear Lord
I saw your billboard
About hell and fire and how I need to be saved
So I'm praying straight away
I've been finding myself praying, have you seen the shape we're in?
I know you haven't seen us lately on Sunday mornings we're sleeping in
Fried from treading water in this pool you threw us in
Waiting for a lesson on how to swim
I keep them clear and small
Little prayers that won't hurt at all
Clear and small
Whispered words float through the walls
Like Dear Lord I need a surfboard
Cause I can't figure out how to not drown in these waves
Dear Lord
I saw your billboard
About hell and fire and now I need to be saved
So I'm praying straight away
Dear Lord
Could you send out that surfboard
And maybe a couple hundred grand so we could stay
Dear Lord
If you strike down my landlord
I'll be there every week and not just Christmas Day
Kneeling down to pray...
