From the recording South Bay Travelers
Lyrics
Wendy
By John Lauterjung
Down by the bay, we used to go.
There were painting sprayed upon the walls.
And the radio would rock and roll.
In the hot sum my life had begun.
Now I’m calling to you from so far away.
Can you come and bring me comfort just for today.
Whoa, I’m calling to you… Wendy, you…
Only seventeen, she was my steady girl.
We would meet in the park in the afternoon.
And her touch, oh God, was so soft and cool.
She was my queen and I was her fool.
Now I’m calling to you from so far away.
Can you come and bring me comfort just for today.
Whoa, I’m calling to you… Wendy, you…