Santa Barbara
Pray for themI often loose trackSo I took a dragof my first cigarretteand I found my headRoll down the dumpsof twenty seventh street
I drew a sketchwith lipstick and sidewalkof Newports edgeLegoblock cliffsand an ocean that doesn'tdeserve the sounds of silenceI'd swear on a dead artists grave
I found a spotwhere the drunk never got toAnd it rocks me gently silent, silentIf I never surfacethen it doesn't matterHold my breathIt's silent, silent, now
DiligentEscape by the waterNot sick of itIt only gets harderThat's no excuseto block all the cliches andreason for kicks
He strokes her hairboth sitting on sandand her shoulders barenothing to demand of themlaying back on a lonely stone walland passersby look passed it all
I found a spotwhere the drunk never got toAnd it rocks me gently silent, silentIf I never surfacethen it doesn't matterHold my breathIt's silent, silent, now.