June On The West Coast

I spent a week drinking the sunlight of Winnetka, California
 Where they understand the weight of human hearts
 See, sorrow gets too heavy and joy, it tends to hold you
 The fear that it eventually departs
 And the truth is, I've been dreaming of some tired tranquil place
 Where the weather won't get trapped inside my bones
 And if all the years of searching find one sympathetic face
 Then it's there I'll plant these seeds and make my home
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 I spent a daydreaming of dying in Mesa, Arizona
 The olive green of life had turned to ash
 And I felt I was on fire with the things I could have told you
 I just assumed that you eventually would ask
 And I wouldn't have to bring up my so badly broken heart
 And all those months I just wanted to sleep
 And the spring, it did come slowly, I guess it did its part
 My heart has thawed and continues to beat
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 And I visited my brother on the outskirts of Olympia
 Where the forest and the water become one
 And we talked about our childhood, like a dream we were convinced of
 That perfect, peaceful street that we came from
 And I know he heard me strumming all those sad and simple chords
 As I sat inside my room so long ago
 And it hurts that he's still shaking from those secrets that we're told
 By a car closed up too tight and a heart turned cold
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 And I went to San Diego, at the birthplace of the summer
 And watched the ocean dance under the moon
 And there was a girl I knew there, one more potential lover
 I guess that something's gotta happen soon
 'Cause I know I can't keep living in this dead or dying dream
 As I walked along the beach and drank with her
 I thought about my true love, the one I really need
 With eyes that burn so bright, they make me pure
 They make me pure, they make me pure
 I long to be with you
 They make me pure, they make me pure
 I long to be with you