We saw the coast near Monterey
Shadows made by islands out to sea
We pushed on north for Willamina
She was nineteen and I was twenty-one
Never seen the ocean baptised by the morning sun
She stole my heart away that day
That summer in Carpinteria

This ain't my home
But I'm going nowhere
In case she turns around
Somewhere south of Carpinteria

Thought I'd raise the dust
From a little painted doll that she bought down in Mexico
But it ain't dust and it ain't wise to reminisce
It's like waking when you dreamed you could fly
Ain't no goodbyes if you don't know it's over
Ain't no sky, ain't no ocean neither

When the tide brings something I'll be watching
This ain't my home but I'll be right here
In Carpinteria


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