Today I'm doing fine
Heading north on the I-5
Just wrote to tell what I'm seeing:
Beyond the frontage road
The earth is combed in rows...
I remember that trip to City:
The day was cold but bright
You slept through most the drive;
I watched the fog from your breathing
You (in your navy coat) staring at the boats
"I love how they're always leaving."
The problem with looking back
Is we romanticize the past--
The Present isn't so easy
Simple minds mean simple vice
Love my friends, hate my life
Are broken hearts sore to the touch?
You'll never believe...