This is where we go to - to the blue of the ocean
on the 30 westbound to the diamond water
lost out in the white waves - salt purification
bright eyes and breathless - this is how love feels
wash away the black stuff, wash away the road-dirt
in the thrill of the wipe-out, feel it pulling you under
this is where it saved your life in the days of the new beginning
all the sweet redemption lines that you wrote and told a thousand times
this is where we go to - to the blue of the ocean
on the 30 westbound to the diamond water
on the back-lanes down to the sea we pulled to the side of the road
danced together in the headlights beam to the songs on the radio
cheek to cheek . . .
We're up on the cliff tops as the dusk falls and the wind drops down,
the last of the light fading in the sky out to the west;
and far out to sea, the water glows iridescent, perfect, like a promise
of warm water in the shallows, cold water out in the deep,
splashing on my face and rolling over, over, over . . .