Trying to Get to Encinitas

I was standing on the platform

Waiting on a southbound train

I wrapped myself in faded news print

To keep me warm against the rain

I slept all night in Union Station

No one would help me with my fare

Just trying to get to Encinitas

Where I can see my little doe

Her momma’s moving back to Baja

Lord, how I wish they wouldn’t go

I hitched a ride on Alameda

In a beat up flower van

He said he’d take me to Laguna

Asked me if I had a plan

I said that wasn’t much my style

He looked down at my beat up shoes

Checked his blind spot as he shifted

Said that’s probably why I’ve got the blues

Just trying to get to Encinitas

Where I can see my little doe

Her momma’s moving back to Baja

Lord, how I wish they wouldn’t go

I made it down to San Clemente

I found a quarter on the street

But they tore out all the pay phones

I guess that’s what they think of folks like me

I stopped into a little mission

The padre said he’d say a prayer

If God could send me down some wings

Because flying is the only way I’m getting there

Just trying to get to Encinitas

Where I can see my little doe

Her momma’s moving back to Baja

Lord, how I wish they wouldn’t go