Kimberlina

I met her below Yosemite, just south of the sky
At the foot of a piano, just before we said goodbye
I would live my life between the desert and the pine
If I could drive forever down Highway 99
 

From Kimberlina, California
Fourteen hours to Marion, Virginia
 

Chasing a fire on the horizon that burns above my home

Watching dawn ignite around me, I’m alive in the gloam

I would live my life between the sugar and the pine
If I could drive forever down Highway 99
 

From Kimberlina, California
Fourteen hours to same old Arizona
Kimberlina I wish that I’d not left her so quickly
 

No one to hear me singing,

No one to tell me where to turn
No one to see me crying
Here I can just let it burn

From Kimberlina, California
Fourteen hours to same old Arizona
Kimberlina I wish that I’d not left her so quickly

I wish that I was better, I wish she wasn’t scared
I wish that this was easier, I wish I was prepared
For Kimberlina . . .

 

 

(Mat Weddle, October 2004)