Lyrics

Did you hear the one about the prodigal son? Found himself alone, far from everyone Carefully serving up a tattered pedigree Cs if to say there was a time when that was me First flush of a mutual attraction When you're young that spark quickly turns to action Came together like a pact, meant to last So long ago, flickering in the past Driving down the PCH Headphones on and I'm feeling great Radio tells the story as we go Soundtrack from another time Faded words and busted rhymes The things we left behind in Santa Monica The mission and the missive turn to other things Caustic words in jest and sad eternal stings Serving up a pot of bitter residue I wouldn't say it if it was true Driving down the PCH I'm wired and tired and it's getting late Expiration date so far behind Ghost above the clouds Navigating all my doubts The things we left behind in Santa Monica I wish there was a way to unsay some things I said Use some of the wisdom that I've gained since then instead You learn to mourn the past until you wish it all away Probably go and fuck it up some other way Driving down the PCH The radio's on and I'm feeling great Sands of time replenish as we go Hands behind the wheel Sarcophagus of steel The things we left behind in Santa Monica