Where the hell is California
When all of San Francisco is a ghost?
Memories are just like ashes
Scattered two thousand miles to the coast.
I met you among the buildings
Which extend to the sky just out of reach
And we flew straight through the sunset
Riding the N-Judah down to the beach.
It took four days to get me there
Sitting down right next to you once again.
Alone among all the wind and sand
The cold Pacific Ocean tide came in.