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