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 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 road?
'cause I've still got miles to go?
I want to know my fate if I keep up this way?
It's hard to want to stay awake?
And everyone you meet they all seem to be asleep?
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?
Dream [x12]?
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