June on the West Coast - Bright Eyes

I spent a week drinking the sunlight of Winnetka, California

Where they understand the weight of human hearts

You see, sorrow gets too heavy and joy it tends to hold you

With 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

I spent a day dreaming of dying in Mesa, Arizona

Where all the 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 though spring, it did come slowly, I guess it did its part

My heart has thawed and continues to beat

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