I want to fall in love again, I know where it will happen
Along the California coast, where the ocean meets the mountains.
I can see the future.
Driving north a winding road I had a premonition
Of golden bays and rolling hills LEAVING POINT REYES STATION.
I can see the future.
Someday when the clouds blow away
Watching as the fall creeps in, I wonder when I’ll make it.
Stopping for the night somewhere, the old hotel Arcada.
I can see the future.

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