In santa cruz, I called you. The show was over and the hipster party had begun They were wearing christmas sweaters, in september, smoking weed and having fun
I don’t think that they wanted us there but we had no place to go All the cool kids at the show said goodbye and they went home
We drank some of their mulled wine when they were in the other room I kinda wanted to be a little drunk before I called you
In Santa Cruz
I played a mountain goats song on a whim and I mixed up all the lines But everyone sang along with me and I started to feel alight The days were done the day had come when I said I’d call you And I ask you once again what we were going to do
In santa cruz, I called you.
I sank down into the seat of the scientists little car The sky was covered in dark black clouds I couldn’t see a single star I dialed the numbers that you had written on my arm A year ago in a better September when I fell for your charm
And I sank and I sank with every word you said By the time I crawled out of that car, I felt like I was dead
I tried to get back in the house but the door was locked I guess the party was over already, all the lights were off I didn’t have a phone of my own, I was using color blind joe’s So I couldn’t call him to let me in I had to knock on a window
Joe woke up and let me in and I crawled defeated into my sleeping bag. I guess I talked for hours with you which was hard to believe since you said nothing new in Santa Cruz when I called you…
Much Much later you told me that I didn’t hang up the phone You listened to me trying to get into the house and then heard me talking to joe he said how did it go, how did it go and I said You don’t want to know…