Oh this sea
As it washes the ancient stone
The waves sculpting the coastal shores
The mist dancing through the trees
The sun sets the colors
Free
To me
Across the sea
This road
Winds its way throughout the day
Switchbacks along this hollowed way
The rolling hills beckon and sway
Small town folks keeping it
Real
To feel
These golden lines
To the ends of time
These lands
None of it works here in this world
Crafting against these timeless hands
These infinite sun kissed sands
The waves of corduroy
Lines
The California way
Bodega bay
Soul, ave this Day
