The Future

I want to fall in love again, I know where it will happen

Along the California coast, where the ocean meets the mountains.

I can see the future.

Driving north a winding road I had a premonition

A golden badge and rolling hills living pointless station.

I can see the future.

Someday will the clouds blow away

Watch me as the fall creeps in, I wonder when I'll make it.

Stopping for the night somewhere, the old hotel Arcada.

I can see the future.