Bakersfield

We had the beach we had no shame to walk it
And to talk about the high tides
Where the seagulls fall to depths that bring no tears to our crying eyes

Couldn't talk about the current that followed you
Count the guns one and two
Where the grass lays sideways
And the people two and three
That was enough for me to call you back to Bakersfield

The kids they like the way they want it, but so it seems
They laugh, they love the songs about heart ache, but I'm not sure what the means
The cat that ran, they sew the seeds, but find a way from all this coughing
But boy you hardly know what you've done

Hopeful mothers wait for the Spring
Young gun graveyards wait for anything
Take one good look at the Sun and tell me which ones yours
No one runs when they're reassured

The kids they like the way they want it, but so it seems
They laugh, they love the songs about heart ache, but Im not sure what the means
The cat that ran, they sew the seeds, but find a way from all this coughing
But boy you hardly know what you've done
Boy you hardly know what you've done
To Me