This town is a deceptively cold place
With the Alemany Gap darkening out your face
The tempered glass of the Oakland Hills
Flashes the sun back in flames from the window sills
I could stay, I could stay, I could stay
I could stay here with you
Under the neon blue sky
Pink clouds humming by
Because I don't have anywhere else to be
There's no particular place for me
I could've ended up anywhere
I could've followed anyone
But we're standing here on this faded fishing pier
With nightfall threatening all afternoon
But I could stay, I could stay
I could stay here with you
Under the cyan sky
Anna's Birds humming by
Because I don't have anywhere else to be
There's no particular place for me