The Canyon

i’ve forgotten
the names of these roads
but i vaguely remember
the way that i go
i remember the way that i go
i remember the houses
and the way the streets wind
i remember the table
where we set the wine
i remember full glasses
i remember a kiss
i remember the things that i miss
this mark on my finger
looks like a tattoo
when i took o° the ring
i wasn’t thinking of you
when i took o° the ring
i wasn’t thinking of you
it’s cool in the canyon
on the ocean side
it’s hot in the valley
but it’s easy to hide
garage doors are open
there’s secrets and lies
it’s cool in the canyon
on the ocean side
i loved you, i loved you
i loved you, it’s true
this mark on my finger
looks like a tattoo
this mark on my finger
looks like a tattoo
the ghost of Woody
and the ghost of Will GÕr
playin’ cards on a barrel
and quotin’ Shakespeare
i’m up in Topanga
and it seems pretty clear
that the fires that once burned here
are over
i can’t remember
the pain of the crime
how the gold and the silver
became a thin dime
we were out in the ocean
just treading the time
all the ships we set sailing
were broken
i love you, i love you
i love you, it’s true
when i took o° the ring
i wasn’t thinking of you
this mark on my finger
looks like a tattoo