Bixby Canyon Bridge

I descended a dusty gravel ridge

Beneath the Bixby Canyon Bridge

And soon I eventually arrived

At the place where your soul had died

Barefoot in the shallow creek

I grabbed some stones from underneath

Waiting for you to speak to me

And the silence, it became so very clear

That you had long ago disappeared

And 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

I want to know my fate if I keep up this way

It's hard to want to stay away

And everyone you meet all seem to be asleep

You wonder if you're missing your dream

Can't see your dream, can't see your dream

Just can't see your dream

Dream, dream, dream, dream

Dream, dream, dream, dream

Then it started getting dark

And I trudged back to where the car was parked

No closer to any kind of truth

As I must assume was the case with you