I descended a dusty gravel ridge Beneath the Bixby Canyon 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 at 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 And I want to know my fate If I keep up this way It's hard to want to stay awake When everyone you meet They all seem to be asleep And you wonder if you're missing your dream You can't see a dream You can't see a dream You just can't see a dream A dream, a dream, a dream, a dream A dream, a dream, a dream, a dream A dream, a dream, a dream, a dream And then it started getting dark 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