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.
in 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 meet, they all seem to be asleep
and you wonder if you’re missing a 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 *ssume was the case with you.