Even Steven Lyrics by Beach Boys

I had to fix a lot of things this mornin'
They were so scrambled
But now it's OK
I tell you, I've got enough to do

The afternoon was filled up with phone calls
What a hot sticky day
Y-yeah, y-yeah, y-yeah
The air is coolin' down

Don't waste a minute more
It's the perfect night
Go now, get in your drawer
You're gonna do it right

Drive for a couple miles
You'll see a sign and turn
Right for a couple blocks
Next is mine, you'll turn

Left on a little road
It's a bumpy one
You'll see a white fence
Move the gate and drive

Through on the left side
Come right in and you'll
Find me in my house somewhere
Keepin' busy while I wait

I get a lot of thoughts in the mornin'
I write 'em all down
If it wasn't for that
I'd forget 'em in a while

And lately I've been thinkin' ‘bout a good friend
I'd like to see more of
Y-yeah, y-yeah, y-yeah
I think I'll make a call

I wrote a number down
But I lost it so
I searched through my pocketbook
Couldn't find it so

I sat and concentrated
On the number and
Slowly it came to me
So I dialed it and

I let it ring five times
There's no answer and
I let it ring a little more
Still no answer so

I hung up the telephone
Got some paper and
Sharpened up a pencil and
Wrote a letter to my friend

(Composer: Brian Wilson)

[Thanks to lpintek72 for adding these lyrics]