Friday the 13th (The Groundhog Knew)

Verse 1 February second, shadow on the sand Groundhog oracle made his stand Winter stays, the people say But he saw more than an early spring delay We waterskeed the sixth — glass calm and fast Spray like lightning, turns held fast But that furry prophet, eyes so keen Knew what the thirteenth had in between Pre-Chorus He read the tide, he read the sky Knew our perfect run would pass us by Chorus Friday the 13th stole our ride Storm-runoff currents turned the tide We showed up ready before sunrise Got murky water and warning signs But we survived and we remain Waiting for glass through winter rain We’ll carve again, we know it’s true Bluebird skies and a flawless view Verse 2 Dawn patrol gear, wetsuit zipped tight Harbor was silent in the morning light Red flags waving, water turned brown Harbor patrol had to shut it down Engines quiet, docks stood still That empty bay cut deeper than chill We came for glory, rope in hand Got runoff fate we didn’t plan Pre-Chorus Waterskees on the rack, hope on hold February mornings feeling cold Chorus Friday the 13th stole our ride No wake zone blues and wounded pride We’ll carve again, we know it’s true Cold dawn air and a silver hue Even if storms delay the scene We’ll own that water smooth and clean Verse 3 Valentine sun on the fourteenth day Blue skies chased the storm away Love was sweet, the world felt right But it missed that rooster tail flight Coffee and chocolate, hearts in play Still dreaming of spray in Mission Bay Cupid scored, but we confess A waterskee run would have made it best Pre-Chorus Hearts were warm, but deep inside We missed the pull and morning glide Chorus Friday the 13th stole our ride Valentine’s love couldn’t fill the tide We smiled, we toasted, life felt bright Still craving that engine bite Bridge Rain in the forecast, clouds roll in February testing our discipline Post-Valentine blues arrive Waiting for that perfect glide Eyes on Friday the twentieth dawn Praying the storm clouds will be gone Forecast whispers: chance of rain Please don’t curse the water once again! Longing rides each drop that falls Dreaming of buoys and throttle calls But ski-love burns, it never fades Faith rides strong through storm delays Breakdown Groundhog prophet saw it all Storms would rise and waters fall But somewhere past these winter skies A perfect Friday morning lies Final Chorus Friday the 13th tried to break our stride Storm-runoff currents turned the tide But rope in hand and faith we stay Ready for glass at the break of day If the twentieth dawn comes clear and bright We’ll cut the wake in golden light We're gonna beat this curse, and rain delays — We swear we’ll waterskee again some Friday!