Western Shoreline

I flew out to Palo Alto from Nashville in mid-July

I felt the sea salt burning in my lungs so keenly I could cry

'Cause I love my little front porch and waking up in my own bed

But I'd been home for a while, I was getting lost inside my head

I drove up to Monte Bello for a solitary climb

But I met a man who knew the trails‚ we walked the last few miles

He told me we were standing on the San Andreas Fault

If it opened we'd both be goners within a minute‚ ready or not

Well‚ I'm not afraid of dying

But I'm dead set on being alive

So give me something to stop my heartbeat

Like the western shoreline

I looked over the Pacific from the height of Mussel Rock

And I saw the waves come rolling with the current of my thoughts

For decades I was breathing without filling up my lungs

Now I'm headed for the edge and I'm running right into the sun

'Cause I'm not afraid of dying

But I'm dead set on being alive

So give me something to stop my heartbeat

Like the western shoreline

I need California

California

There's a faultline in my soul

There was a day three years ago

When the earth beneath my feet just fell away

I was swallowed by the sea

I heard a song rise from the deep

I've never felt so alone, so safe

Just like California

California

I'm not afraid of dying

But I'm dead set on being alive

So give me something to stop my heartbeat

Like the western shoreline

I'm not afraid of dying

But I'm dead set on being alive

So give me something to take my breath away

Like the western shoreline

Give me something to stop my heartbeat

Like the western shoreline