The Bixby Canon Ridge

I descended a dusty gravel ridge,

beneath the Bixby Canon Bridge

Until I eventually arrived

at the place where your soul had died.

And 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 rope

'Cause I've still got miles to go...

And I want to know my fate.

If I keep up this way

But it's hard to want to stay awake.

When everyone you meet

They all seem to be asleep

And you wonder if your missing the dream

You can't see a dream

You can't see a dream

You just can't see a dream.