I guess sometimes I'm lucky

when I go,

For whole days at a time

without thinking about you,

And ask myself why,

But then I find I'm traveling,

Traveling down,

That same old piece of road

and wind up down by the water

Whatever happened to our walls on the pier?

I cry myself alone

all the way down to the end,

I drink my bottle dry

and heave it across the bay,

to the city,

Smashin' outside your door

Oh now there goes the Romeo,

hand in hand

with his punk rock Juliet,

They remind me of two people

I'm trying to forget,

I can hear their sweet nothings

on the wind,

As I hurry to get by,

Diverting my gaze,

To the Oakland Bay Bridge

Whatever happened to our walls on the pier?

I cry myself alone

all the way down to the end,

I drink my bottle dry

and heave it across the bay,

to the city,

Smashin' outside your door

(Could that be you honey, way over on that side?

Flashin' a signal to me, Down by Pier 39,

'Cause if I only knew, I'd jump in that water

and swim right across, drowning in my relief)

Maybe I should warn them,

Should I say, "Don't do something that you'll regret.

Now you have no recollection

of heartbreak you don't have yet."

I could give them an earful,

But I don't know,

They must find out on their own,

and the thought of that

is chilling me to the bone

Whatever happened to our walls on the pier?

I cry myself alone

all the way down to the end,

I drink my bottle dry

and heave it across the bay,

to the city,

Smashin' outside your door