I descended a dusty gravel ridge
beneath the Bixby Canyon Bridge.
Until I eventually arrived
at the place where your soul had died.
And barefoot in the shallow creek
I grabbed some stones from underneath
and waited for you to speak to me.
And the silence, it became so very clear
that you had long ago disappeared.
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 awake.
When everyone you meet
they all seem to be asleep.
You wonder if you're missing your 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.
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