Wanderlust

In the evenings I feel blind. There's only darkness in the sky. And I miss the west coast where every melody I composed seemed to come from a far more desperate time. All alone, thousands of miles from home. And I need a Santa Ana breeze, Cause coast line sunsets are calling me. Toward those seductive shores where my best ideas were born And for a moment I almost believed I could escape this wretched life I've made. Those rolling hills carry me inside their breath. As I recall such warmth and tenderness Yeah sometimes I feel like I've never really left Call me nostalgic or naive. Memories not too distant to retrieve. And I'll pretend like I'm back there with LA girls in the thoroughfaire And for an instant I am free. All alone, thousands of miles from home.