Morro Bay

From the 17 hundredth floor She watches the swallows soar Storm coming from the east From the east From the east A cumulonimbus dream Like poppy fields and whipping cream And tears flowing from the east From the east From the east Oh oh oh oh oh oh S

Some are young and some are old Some just want a girl to hold Some are kind and some are mean They treat you like a trampoline And some they want to save your soul Dawns in motel rooms Sunday mornings Early June Pills and alcohol Lonely truck stops B