Drivin’ down on the highway
Feel the wind on my neck
Came in this town on a one night stand
And I ain’t ever coming back
You couldn’t see things my way
You don’t like my point of view
But maybe baby I was to blame
Tryin’ to find someone else inside you
Chorus:
Still hear the Pacific shores call from far away
Saying maybe she will come back
Back to me someday
Her daddy, he was a sailor
Followed the Northern Star
Ended up in jail for fifteen years
For what started out as a fight in a downtown bar
And she tends to laugh when she’s nervous
And she cries when she’s tired
The way she always finds her way is something
That I have always admired
Chorus
(Bridge)
Night time, falling down the dunes of Half Moon Bay
Our footprints glowed in the phosphorescent sand
And I left my guitar too close to the shore
And when the tide came in, it played a lonesome tune
So, I snatched it up and played you a song I hadn’t even written yet
And if I remember correctly it went a little something like this
Drivin’ down on Highway 1, I feel your hand on my lap
The air is warm, your eyes are closed
And you’re taking an afternoon nap
And I wrote you a letter, sayin’, “Hey I’m doing fine.”
You wrote me back, said you never took me to be
The phone talking letter writing kind.
