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