Monterey County

(альбом: Coming Down The Mountain - 2017)

Facing the sun off of old Highway 1
I squint my eyes West toward the waves
I knew my folks missed me
But I somehow missed Christmas
Had a new place, thought I'd stay

A short, late night phone call from a number I knew
Then a rented Toyota and an old borrowed suit
Now I'm driving alone through Monterey County
Headed back home to L.A.

Nineteen ninety five, when we last took this drive
The minivan was hugging the curves
But now something's different, or last time I missed it
A young man didn't have the words

The light through the stained glass was ruby and blue
As I laid down my flowers and looked at my shoes
Now I'm driving alone through Monterey County
Headed back home to L.A.

I'm heartsick and homeless
I'm hating the highway
White knuckles and white caps alone
Hugging the shoulder and falling to pieces at dawn
Knowing you're gone

Now I'm driving alone through Monterey County
Taking my cues from the waves
And wondering if that ebb and flow says to go

Or can you ever go back home?
And would you want to if you could?

Would you want to?
Can you ever know?

Driving alone through Monterey County
Headed back home to L.A.