She's Long Gone

Golden hour spilling down the coast. Sunset Strip buzzing like it's trying to boast.

Everyone thinks I'm chasing some West Coast dream. But all I see is a

shadow in the in-between. Traffic lines glow like a memory. Echo Park nights

still haunting me. I've got a little left in the tank. California sky,

she colored everyone I left blank. Every sun-kissed smile reminds me where things went wrong.

But I'm still driving toward her even though she's gone. She's long gone.

Radio static coming soft and low. Silverlake sidewalks where we used to go.

People say this town rewrites your name. But she's the only one who