We started out before the dawn, we found the ocean and we spread our blanket on the sandy lawn, dug a hole to bury the pit from a peach, 20 years from now look at this picture of us smiling at carson beach. Woke up for work and Ben was dead, went for a bikeride down the hill to blow the thoughts out of my head, I stopped to stand in the empty street, I looked up at the sky and felt the movement of the earth under my feet, old L.A. Dodgers don’t know smokey from this cold, when the sky stays grey it ain’t no glory to behold, going down the alley with a week’s worth in your hand, I still go for you man you’re my man.

We took the bus down to the park, the cops came by and told us no more hanging out here after dark, under the bridge we drank a beer, sang a couple songs about how nothing ever happens around here. I might roll a joint up for my head, I might take a chance and call your number up to get you out of bed, we could drive on down to carson beach, start digging holes looking for buried treasure and the pit from a peach, old L.A. Dodgers don’t know smokey from this cold, when the sky stays grey it ain’t no glory to behold, going down the alley with a week’s worth in your hand, I still go for you man you’re my man.