San Fernando

San Fernando, you got a little something left for me now
More here than just what you see
I've been here since 1983, still trying

Los Angelos, they wear you down as much as
Broken dreams turned into Sundays
Driving all day south to make a hundred, turn around again

Now I ain't no man for them whisky sours
Or other types of comfort
But I've been around enough times now
To know a thing ain't worth it

I made a living, turned my thirties into gasoline
Mountains into rear view mirrors
Never saw the valleys in between
They were probably dark when I passed through

Now ain't now man gonna turn his back
On the high life in Fernando
But them Valley girls ain't got answers now
For how that dream got past you

I had some good ones, in among the blood and thunder
Great tunes I don't think I could remember
Even if sat between the tombstones
Tried to write them down

Cos it's always a log on the fire
Or a dream on a pink horizon
It's never something close enough
You can wrap your arms around it

Sooner or later we all lose a wheel
Sure enough I found her
Iwas dark and dusty from an old boys' haunt
On the highway past Ventura

Thought I'd raised a little time
A little time for comfort
Got away from me last year 
Now I'm right back where I found her

San Fernando


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