Annadel laughs while she tells her stories

and the rain trickles on down her cheeks

She says I've always been a creek kind of lady

just like Bodega Bay adores the sea



and often they admire her curves

on the hottest of holidays

and the drug induced city people

drag their tired souls through the trees

and the view is high up and deep down

from this place of airy ground

I miss you more than I can say



You see you know the city

you hear its prayers

and the streetlights begging on their knees

saying we've got a sea full of sailors

who are so lost they will never come clean



Crazy how you do it

with one sweet breath of highlighter grass

and come hither, see it as it is

your naughty little highway

that roaring little mess

and hold my hand, like my father said

that one august afternoon



when it took just one little match

she said it hurts like hell,

but it was only a scratch

and she only burned as far as the barbed wire fence

i looked up into her cool blue reflection

and saw the airplane tracks



only you can quell the city

of its mindless chatter

and the hunger that comes nightly

cause when the bars are all closed

and the last sailor has sailed home

only you can make it come clean