Bixby Canyon Bridge

I descended a dusty gravel ridge

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