Lyrics

Bohemian Accountant

Words and Music by
Matt Chosid & Adam Rubin
© 2005

Verse 1
He left his office hell
In a Brooks Brothers? pinstripe
Surf shoes peeking from the cuffs.
Fronting like she?s Kerouac
In spaghetti straps
She nearly knocked him over
Last street before the bluffs
She mumbled an apology and
Slipped by with her board
But, before she got away
He was out of his business suit
Down to a wetsuit, now

Chorus
He?s her Bohemian Accountant
She?s his reason for waking up
Sometimes the heart sees things
The mind can?t
And when the surf is pounding
There?s no accounting?
For love.

Verse 2
Blew off a week of work for a
Surfgirl vacation
She didn?t tell Carlsbad
And for seven days, they carved the waves
All day off Black?s Beach
Beats making entries on a ledger pad
And as the sun fell into the ocean
And lit the Sunday sky
They had to decide
If they?d go back to their lives?

Chorus

Bridge
She said this ain?t no dress rehearsal
And you only regret the things you don?t do
You gotta stop living for someone else
You gotta get outta that business suit
Into your wetsuit, now

Chorus