California, reeling from above
All our worries melt away beneath the Sun
Soon we will be sleeping in the sand
All the tiny pieces slipping through our hands

I won’t call your name out anymore now
I won’t say the things I said before now

On an island, wading through the fog
And when I am all alone, she reads my thoughts
I hear an echo slip across the land
And it wraps me in its arms just like a friend

I won’t call your name out anymore now
I won’t say the things I said before now
I won’t feel the breeze I felt before now
I won’t call your name out anymore

Everything you said was true
In the end, they all blamed you
It’s alright on the outside of that maze
In the end, they all blamed me
Funny now, 'cause I am free
It’s alright on the outside of my skin

Said you felt a little breeze
Strike you right below your knees
On North Street as you rounded the bend
And though the evening air was clean
You couldn’t really help but feel
That something was not right up ahead