In this suburban California town
You can smell the cows
From the dairy down the road.

And you’ll drive past the baseball field
From the Minor leagues
And the hookup spots in between
The levy and the lake
It used to be so much fuller then

Up the winding mountain road,
I swear, I can’t go back
To 16, and the way I felt
When I almost tipped my feet
Off the rocks at the lookout

The feelings of deep despair
Even with the valley view,
Of 5 cities at 15,000 ft.

The lights sparkling
Calling to me
To dive headfirst.