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