Santa Monica Dream
Goodbye to my Santa Monica dreamFifteen kids in the backyard drinking wineYou tell me stories of the seaAnd the ones you left behindGoodbye to the roses on your streetGoodbye to the paintings on your wallGoodbye to the children we'll never meetAnd the ones we left behindAnd the ones we left behind
I'm somewhere, you're somewhereI'm nowhere, you're nowhereYou're somewhere, you're somewhereI could go there but I don't
Rob's in the kitchen making pizzaSomewhere down in Battery ParkI'm singing songs about the futureWondering where you areI could call you on the telephoneBut do I really want to know?You're making love now to the lady down the roadNo I don't, I don't want to know
I'm somewhere, you're somewhereI'm nowhere, you're nowhereYou're somewhere, you're somewhereI could go there but I don't
Goodbye to my Santa Monica dreamFifteen kids in the backyard drinking wineYou will tell me stories of the seaAnd the ones you left behindAnd the ones we left behind