All of the hills in Santa Barbara
Could never ease a seasick mind
The water laughing on the shoreline
As your green face turned into mine
We watched a mama call her baby
From over a hundred yards away
I took down notes inside my diary
And I leaned over the lee rail
I wish that all this mess was now over
And I wish I had never come
All of the hills in Santa Barbara
They're all just waves made out of stone
