I hope you find
Someone out there on the west coast
All my troubles are left behind
On the west coast
I've been trying
For my whole life
To get out there
Be there this summer
And for many others on the west coast
I think it's, there's like this
Amid all of it there's this perfectly timed beauty
And it's like this unseen hand on your shoulder
And it holds firm even when you refuse to see it
And by the time you see it
It's just, gone