The radio was hypnotized
The airwaves in a trance
The boys are milling silently
Outside the local dance
The operator finally
Connected up my call
The phone boy took the message
But he couldn't find a wall
Dear Brian
You held us so long
To ride on the wave of a song
Was part of America
When
You brought California home
A picture in pure vocal tone
A hymn celebrating the sea
Will leave its impression on me
The tapes are turning old and torn
The echo chamber dead
The boys don't come round anymore
The old recorder said
And who knows where the outtakes are
That ended on the floor
A once forgotten harmony
Lying stranded on the shore
Dear Brian
The home of the brave
Will always be one with your wave
There's no one to touch you when
You
Step in that sand box again
To turn on the summer and then
You'll ride sunset down to the sea
There's thousands more down there like me
And we know that's where you wanna be.
