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 grab 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 
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 rope 
'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 
away 
when everyone you meet 
they all seem to be asleep 
and you wonder if you're missing your dream 
you can't see your dream 
you can't see your dream 
you just can't see your dream 
a dream 
and 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
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