The Mountain Goats
Going to San Diego
Long rain, it must be June again
Warm air, and it's so warm down there
I'm coming soon, open the blinds
Your friends all tell me that you've lost your mind
I don't believe them
The seashore, I don't want to see it anymore
The bus runs smoothly
The back window's open and the burning air cools me
Hold your breath
Your friends all swear you're one step away from death
I don't believe them
Mmmm, here it comes
My head is throbbing and my hands are numb
It's you
What was I thinking
What should I do
Your eyes are open and it's more than I can take
My friends all told me I was making a mistake
I don't believe them