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 grab some stones from underneath
And waited for you to speak to me

In the silence it became so very clear
That you had long ago disappeared
And 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 rope
´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
Away

When everyone you meet
They all seem to be asleep
And you wonder if you´re missing your dream
You can´t see your dream
You can´t see your dream
You just can´t see your dream

A dream

And then it started getting dark
And I trudged back to where the car was parked
No closer to any kind of truth
As I must assume was the case with you