Here I find myself back in the very place as a year ago
and yet nothing looks the same.
Load the car with our provisions; constantly change.
Take me for a ride West Coast, West Coast.
Will we ever find, find, find what we hoped for most?
tranquility's ghost travels through the trees upon the breeze
searching for an able-bodied host.
Could it be our happiness is made by our minds?
In the same regard sadness could be left behind.
So why do I sit here weeping while you sleep?
Take me from this place to the West Coast.
Maybe the sun, sun, sun is what I need the most.
Oh, I have the choice to live right here and now
or keep longing for some future, distant dream.
If you're living in the present please show me how.
I can fill my blood with wine on the darkest of the nights,
welling as I process the passing of time.
How do I do things of which I don't approve?
Emotion took control; stay cool, stay cool.
Will I ever learn to think, think, think before I do?
Oh, the one I love most, how do we ever fight.
Sensitivity can be my curse, but I'll take it as a blessing tonight.