I spent a week drinking the sunlight of Winnetka, California    Where they understand the weight of human hearts    You see, sorrow gets too heavy and joy it tends to hold ya    With the fear that it eventually departs    And the truth is I’ve been dreaming of some tired tranquil place    Where the weather won’t get trapped inside my bones    And if all these years of searching find one sympathetic face    Then it's there I'll plant these seeds and make my home    I spent a day dreaming of dying in Mesa, Arizona    Where all the green of life had turned to ash    And I felt I was on fire with the things I could have told you    I just assumed that you eventually would ask    And I wouldn’t have to bring up my so badly broken heart    And all those months I just wanted to sleep    And though spring, it did come slowly, I guess it did its part    My heart has thawed and continues to beat    And I visited my brother on the outskirts of Olympia    Where the forest and the water become one    And we talked about our childhood    like a dream we were convinced of    That perfect, peaceful street that we came from    And I know he heard me strumming all those sad and simple chords    As I sat inside my room so long ago    And it hurts that he’s still shaking from those secrets that were told    By a car closed up too tight and a heart turned cold    And I went to San Diego, and the birthplace of the summer    And watched the ocean dance under the moon    There was a girl I knew there, one more potential lover    I guess that something’s gotta happen soon    'Cause I know I can’t keep living in this dead or dying dream    As I walked along the beach and drank with her    I thought about my true love, the one I really need    With eyes that burn so bright, they make me pure    They make me pure, they make me pure    I long to be with you    They make me pure, they make me pure    I long to be with you