Bixby Canyon Bridge I descended a dusty gravel ridge beneath the Bixby Canyon Bridge Until I eventually arrived at the place where your soul had died.
Barefoot in the shallow creek, I grabbed some stones from underneath and waited for you to speak to me.
And the silence; it becamse so very clear that you had long ago dissapeared. I cursed myself for being surprised That this didn't play like it did in my mind.
All the way from San Francisco As I chased the end of your road Cause I've still got miles to go.
And I want to know my fate If I keep up this way.
And it's hard to want to stay awake When everyone you need, they all seem to be asleep. And you wonder if you missed your dream.
You can't see a dream You can't see a dream. You just can't see a dream.
And then it started getting dark. I truged back to where the car was parked No closer to any kind of truth as I assume was the case with you.