Dear Mom,

Here I am in San Diego

This is what it's like...



And you can watch the water roll up on the shore

See it switch and flow the other way

And you can spend the entire day

Sitting on the fence down by the water

Watching all the girls and boys



'Cause yeah, Rico's got the moves

From behind he's nobody's fool

But I wonder if he'd ever give the goods



That girl Rita's a locked up box

I used to know her, but then we got lost

She's made a home

Underneath the pounding of the waves

That's where she stays



And Felicia

She's always there

She's got the sun

It's in her hair

Seen her with a picinic lunch

And I know she'd share

But I never had the time

I've got to hold another place in line

Like to think one day, I'll have the time



And Marty's selling hot-dogs

Yeah, Marty's got the fries

He's always making eyes

But just exactly what's he selling

With all the stories he is telling?



He says,

Everybody's so important

And he's a rock n'roll star



And Annabelle she wants it

Yeah, Annabelle is going for it

But why are her hands empty

When in her backpack she's got plenty?

Well, she's afraid to get too large

She's on a steady diet of exhaustion



But I...

I've seen you

And I see your shape as you walk away



And Arturo walks the air

I've seen him kill with his frozen stare

But I know he's in there



And Felicia

She's always there

She's got the sun

It's in her hair

Seen her with a picinic lunch

And I know she'd share

But I never have the time

I got to hold another place in line

Like to think someday

I'll have the time

Like to think someday

I'll make the time