Song written by Nichole Robbins and Amee Chapman
We’re standing outside
Eight hundred fifty nine O’Farrell
So cold you’re holding me to close
The grimace on your lips freaks me out
Do you still feel that steady drag from the south
The drinks here are sharp
The carpet’s stale
The harmonies reach us in the balcony stairwell
It’s all I can do to keep a straight face
In this hall of long and lonely wasted days
Every time I feel the doubt
And every time I’m washing out
Every time I want to drown I pull back
I pull back to you
The rest stop said closed
But the trucker’s slept full
We lay on a metal bed covered in blankets, fools
If we make it you said
Shivered and scared
I’ll make it up to you
I’ll show you the world
Morning here is brilliant
Glass cuts back our eyes
The brightness of this place it wears on us
Don’t need many words these days
I ‘m feeling so alive
As the San Simeon coast it swallows us up