Thoughts projected mind is free
Swift movements of water are pulling me to where I want to be
These same streets that attract the old days with summer dresses and barbershops
Taco shops and Laundromat’s at every corner with artists standing in all the lots
Morning dew on windshields while catching waves at sunrise
Days progressing time is short clouds become shapes in the skies
I am a child of the water, summer nights, and the barefoot street
Music plays and we walk to the houses that know the beat
We are the people of roof watching while we sleep to the foghorns blow
Wake up to the same old bums while sipping on the coffee taste you know.
Life moves quickly as the surf does teach
This city is dependant like a leech
The water calms the crashing people who walk around
It stops their time leaving only ocean sound
I can tell the love that has stayed in the air
Seeing the faces of people who always have a story to share
From the hand built houses that are worthy of staring faces
To the memories that remain in the same old places
Returning to the last goodbye that left you looking back a while
Believe me when I tell you about this place I know when I smile.