Rodeo Drive

Sunset, palm trees, seagulls to fly
Worn tires, green, Rodeo Drive
You were mine
From the start
Shape of shadows in the backyard
My own reflection in your eyes
When you sigh: Lullaby

Turbulence and earthquakes, how did we get this far
When we had so much to say and worry about?
In July, you left, if you're coming back, that's my doubt
But if I, if I

But if I close my eyes
You're still here, next to me
The withering vine
The taste is bittersweet
Like the horses run just to be free
My attachment was too hard to keep

Rosemery, oak, Hollywood sign
The hills, the asphalt, Billy Eckstine
Blinding light
Deadly lies
Crossing off how many days you left, on my calendar
Removing the rest of you sweet scent with lavander
Found lying on the floor watching the door
Waiting and waiting and waiting some more

Turbulence and earthquakes, why did you go so far?
We still have so much to say and worry about
Twelve months from July, if you're coming back, I still doubt
But if I, if I

But if I close my eyes
You're still here, next to me
The withering vine
The taste is bittersweet
Like the horses run just to be free
My attachment was too hard to keep

I'm still willing to meet you there
I'm trying to know if you still care
I'm still willing to meet you there
Your words floating through the air
The broom sweeps away gray hair
I'm still willing to meet you there