Did you stop acting suddenly? Come think I never knew you at all. You say, "The same for me is true". I drove 10, 000 miles to get away from you. Welcome to the foothills of California. Dry November winds are such a site to see. Ash filled skies and Chaparral Real. Recently I've gone astray and thoughts of you in my mind won't go away. Will I ever loose sight of you? And I'd love to stay, but this bitter taste in my mouth won't go away. Terrifying thoughts of what I'd do. Take me back to foot hills of California, because I hate this place and all I want to see is you and me and Chaparral Real.
