i left a tear in the pacific he sang gimme the beat boys and i slipped out of my heels imagined the ocean from atop a mountain the waves had me swaying and weeping and the salt found its way home they hung lights over ocean avenue these city streets and their poetry have convinced me that home was never anywhere else i sat on the edge of the santa monica pier and i knew more than i have ever known anything that i would be back.
southern california has stolen my heart. it can keep it, for whatβs itβs worth. santa monica is home, all i need is the house.