Beneath her clothes her heart is breaking

Spends her mornings making lines

Though her pain is real and aching

All she owns are borrowed lines



Doesn't know which side to be on

Though she's trying every door

Only needs the floor she sleeps on

All she asks is a little more time



Bobbie's gone to California

I won't see her anymore

Bobbie's gone to California

Like she did the year before

And the year before



The day she left her shirt was clinging

To her back wet with rain

I watched her leave heard her singing

A song she wrote when Christmas came



Bobbie's young but getting older

The face she shows is not her own

Winter's near it's getting colder

California's called her home again



Bobbie's gone to California

I won't see her anymore

Bobbie's gone to California

Like she did the year before

And the year before



The mirror gives back no reflection

Of shadow she will not see

It understands she needs protection

Of what she swears she has to be



Bobbie's nights are empty tables

Hold her 'til she's made to leave

Bobbie's dreams are empty fables

She makes herself believe

To be free



Sometimes she cried because of visions

Of what she loved had all been sold

There's not much left no one to listen

To the echoes that she holds



How could I tell her when she's fading

She run out of a place to be

There will be no one waiting

For the poetry of her soul



I won't see her anymore

Bobbie's gone to California

Like she did the year before

And the year before