Bixby Canyon Bridge

I descended a dusty, gravel ridge beneath the Bixby Canyon Bridge
Until I eventually arrived at the place where your soul had died
And barefoot in the shallow creek I grabbed some stones from underneath
And waited for you to speak to me

But in the silence it became so very clear that you had long ago disappeared
And I cursed myself for being surprised that this didn’t play like it did in my mind
All the way from San Francisco as I chased the end of your road
‘Cause I’ve still got miles to go

And I want to know my fate if I keep up this way
But it’s hard to want to stay awake
When everyone you meet they all seem to be asleep
And you wonder if you’re missing a dream you just can’t see

Then it started getting dark and I trudged back to where the car was parked
No closer to any kind of truth as I must assume was the case with you