I want to fall in love again,
I know where it will happen
Along the California coast,

Where the ocean meets
the mountains


I can see the future
Driving north a winding road
I had a premonition

Of golden bays and rolling

Hills living pointless station

I can see the future.
Someday when the
clouds blow away


Watching as the fall creeps in,
I wonder when I'll make it

Stopping for the night somewhere,
The old hotel Arcada
I can see the future.