There's a moon in the sky somewhere I know. Waiting for all the love to burn below. If you fall and it happens all to soon. Blame it all on the surfer moon. 'Neath the hill 'hind the cloud one dreamy night. Rising up throwing down its golden light. If your heart hears this melancholy tune. Then you'll know it's the surfer moon. Brings the tide in. Takes it all away. Helps us ride in. Brings us waves each day. I say. Other moons have brought light and love before. Promising to remain for evermore. But they all disappeared with each new tune. They make way for the surfer moon. Moon. Moon. Moon. Moon.