Bixby Canyon Bridge
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.
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 need, they all seem to be asleep.
And you wonder if you missed your dream.
You can't see a dream
You can't see a dream.
You just can't see 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.