Dawn had broken Leaves were stricken of their colors Its time for heading out The night was stolen The cars drove aimless lovers All around the town The evening moved me Clouds were baking in an oven Of pink and red All those endless rolls of film Were finally going to my head Set a course for The Pacific ocean Don't stop until you're there Taste the moist Salty breath of heaven The fresh mountain air I was reading What felt like an empty cover No spine no words no joy I wrote my words And sealed them in a bottle Now they sail the world