Going Back To Big Sur

It's a cold and rainy Friday night

City life's got me all uptight

My mind keeps wandering far away

Vibrations tell me it's time to leave L.A.

Going back to Big Sur

Wish I could leave today

I want to walk beneath those Redwood trees

Just south of Monterey

A little cabin, quiet and alone

No television and no telephone

Water trickling down this little stream

Makes you wonder, is it all just a dream?

Going back to Big Sur

This time, I might just stay

Going back and straighten out my head

Just south of Monterey

Gentle people all around

Never try to put you down

Makes you feel like someone new

And they don't care who you are or what you do

Guess I'll drive up highway

I dig the ocean, kiss the setting sun

The stars dancing in the sky

Sort of puts you on a natural high

And that girl