I descended a dusty gravel ridge
Beneath the Bixby Canyon Bridge
Until I eventually arrived
At the place where your soul had diedAnd barefoot in the shallow creek
I grabbed some stones from underneath
And waited for you to speak to meIn the silence, it became so very clear
That you had long ago disappeared
I cursed myself at 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 goAnd I want to know my fate
If I keep up this way
It's hard to want to stay awakeWhen everyone you meet
They all seem to be asleep
And you wonder if you're missing your dreamYou can't see a dream
You can't see a dream
You just can't see a dreamA dream, a dream, a dream, a dream
A dream, a dream, a dream, a dream
A dream, a dream, a dream, a dream
And then it started getting dark
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
