Headin’ down the road with a $1.25, all the change left from a night of drinking
Straight enough to swerve between the lines, plenty drunk to believe that I don’t really love her.
Feeling gracious, I laugh and I smile, momentarily happy…if not forever foolish.
Turn up the radio as loud as it goes, to drown out the sound of my voice singing alone.

I drive towards the Sunset, to smell the salt of the sea.
And at night, I cast away stones…into the murky depths of the Bay.

I aint much of a spiritual man, but I look towards the sky hoping God made me lucky.
Suppose I’m waiting for some kind of sign, a message to fall in my lap or plain broadside me.
Think it’d tell me to pick up a phone, to tell her I’m sorry and that I’m ready this time.
Trouble is I spent all my change at the store, bought another meal to eat on my own.

I climb to the hills, high enough to clear fog banks
And at night, I cast away stones…into the murky depths of the Bay.

She wakes up on the wrong side of town amidst cold, broken bottles, and too many car horns
And she swears that she aint angry no more, but “tired” and “broken” she can agree to.
When she laughs it doesn’t sound quite the same, it’s timid and shorter…and I think we’ve both gotten older.
Parting ways, we hug much too tight…both knowing we’ve got nothing to cling to.

So I stumble on through the Mission, just searching for something
And at night, I cast away stones…into the murky depths of the Bay.

1. I’ve been writing songs for years (many, many years) and this was the first set of lyrics I really liked.  I still like them.
2. Bay Area song baby!
3. Here’s a map (I guess) of where the narrator goes in this song: https://www.google.com/maps/ms?msid=207437027849496261039.0004bd0702aafed0ace77&msa=0