Bixby canyon bridge

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