Brian Wilson

Brian Wilson
full of an acid enthusiasm
little surfer girls playing inside his head
singing songs better left unsaid
stoning the living and the grateful dead
his beach boy band washing up on shore
ah, the black raven quoting nevermore
for the slooping John B
would he find you there or would he find me?
endless horizons far out of reach
sleeping on a remote Pacific beach
a short throw from his latest solo
the saintly singer, his voice of gold
could we keep him or is he already sold?
ah, just wondering but i don't know
where did Brian Wilson really go?
from the top of the pop charts
stealing lonely lady hearts
he had no need for an afternoon show
so where did Brian Wilson really go?
ah, that east coast girl was hip
kissed him on his harmonic lip
drove his board to San Francisco bay
he knew that wasn't the safest way
but it was a coupe de ville and had its' fill
of good vibrations on North Beach
where nothing seemed totally out of reach
Barbara Ann and Rhonda dance for two
fooling around while i was with you
and it always seemed such a pretty scene
and that's exactly what i mean
Brian Wilson
i feel so broke up i wanna go home
why don't you come on home?
i feel so broke up i wanna go home