With nothing to do I
Drove into town
I got out
Started walking around
With nothing to do
And the trucks rumble past
And the chain-link
And the forest edge sagged
Told a pattern
Without thinking
In the pine needles on the shoulder
That were breaking down, turning soft, turning to yarn
And the pine needle road dirt
Well the California light is really something this time of year
So I got out
And as I soaked into the light
You called
And explained how your life was changing
Forever
Forever