Goodbye to my santa monica dream.
Fifthteen kids in the back yard drinking wine.
You tell me stories of the sea.
And the ones you left behind.
Goodbye to the roses on your street.
Goodbye to the paintings on the wall.
Goodbye to the children we'll never meet.
And the ones we left behind.
And the ones we left
Im somewhere, your somewhere
Im nowhere, your nowhere
Your somewhere, your somewhere
I could go there but i dont
Rob's in the kitchen making pizza
Somewhere down in battery park
Im singing songs about the future
Wondering where you are
I could call you on the telephone
Do i really want to know?
Your making love now to the lady down the road
No i dont, i dont wanna know
Im somewhere, your somewhere
Im nowhere, your nowhere
Your somewhere, your somewhere
I could go there but i dont
Goodbye to my santa monica dream
Fifteen kids in the backyard drinking wine
You tell me stories of the sea
And the ones you left behind
And the ones we left behind