ways..music nights surfin’ days..smokin’ weed some drink cerveza Linda Vista on the mesa..school there Jr. Hi learned to fight run laugh and cry
All the wonder..all the if..Stringer snitched thrown off a cliff..housing cheap from time of war..orphans live there rob the store..all grow up..with heart and mind..the path learned..what they could find..performed well..like old ‘Chill Wills’ when boys come down from those hills..
Going out..shirt to stich..to the Jewell where the rich..live by ocean..story sung..same dreams dreamed when I was young..not color or social scene curious but never mean..want to grow..want to learn..when young bridges must be burned..
Like a family..like a club..like four kittens in the tub..like stars shining in the sky..well plucked guitar a moan a cry..like first love or deep rich fern..live or die is what to learn..every let down..every thrill..each second lived..up in those hills..
Each young person a hero for heros are loved..Peace Tony