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