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 becamse so very clear
That you had long ago dissapeared.
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 truged back to where the car was parked
No closer to any kind of truth
As I assume was the case with you.