I descended a dusty gravel ridge beneath the Bixby Canyon Bridge And soon I eventually arrived at the place where your soul had died Barefoot in the shallow creek I grabbed some stones from underneath waiting for you to speak to me And the silence it became so very clear that you had long ago disappeared And I cursed myself for being surprised that this didn't play like it did in my mind All the way from San Francisco As I chased the end of your road 'Cause I've still got miles to go I want to know my fate if I keep up this way It's hard to want to stay away And everyone you meet all seem to be asleep You wonder if you're missing your dream Can't see your dream Can't see your dream Just can't see your dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream <♪> Then it started getting dark and I trudged back to where the car was parked No closer to any kind of truth as I must assume was the case with you