The Surfer

Back on the island, Water Tunnel 3
A cage ascending, someone looks like me
Look up at fingers reaching into space
A Roman soldier's spearhead jammed above the waist

Heard someone speaking, a voice without a face
The ocean's churning, the cables stay in place
An operation the locals couldn't save
An undercover agent drowned beneath the waves

Outside the confines of a super-mini's door
There's a California king placed directly on the floor
Oh, the surfer can't forget the shells around his neck
But you were born beneath fluorescent lights
You've never seen a starry night, you saint

Fake fortune-teller scandalized by fate
Broke bodybuilder crushed beneath the weight
Lost and deluded, trying to find your place
Inept long-distance runner losing every race

Outside the confines of a super-mini's door
There's a California king placed directly on the floor
Oh, the surfer can't forget the shells around his neck
But you were born beneath fluorescent lights
You've never seen a starry night, you saint