This town is a deceptively cold place With the Alemany gap darkening out your face And the tempered glass of the Oakland hills Flashing the sun back in flames from the windowsills
I could stay, I could stay I could stay, I could stay here with you Under the neon blue sky Pink clouds humming by 'Cause I don't have anywhere to be There's no particular place for me
I could've ended up anywhere I could've followed anyone But we're standing here on this faded fishing gear With nightfall threatening all afternoon
But I could stay, I could stay I could stay, I could stay here with you Under the cyan blue sky And the birds humming by 'Cause I don't have anywhere to be There's no particular place for me