I descended a dusty gravel ridge
beneath the Bixby Canyon Bridge.
And soon I eventually arrived
at the place where your soul had died.

Barefoot in the shallow creek
I grabbed some stones from underneath
waiting for you to speak to me.

And 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 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 away...

LyricsAnd everyone you meet all seem to be asleep.
You wonder if you're missing your dream.
Can't see your dream.
Can't see your dream.
Just can't see your dream.

Dream... [x8]

Then it started getting dark
and I [bad word] back to where the car was parked.
No closer to any kind of [bad word] as I must assume was the case with you