Alina Simone Pacifica
The sun’s like a heavy hand on the visor
You’re sketching the scenery as I drive
Pacifica opens up on the horizon
Stretches of blue ignite and we’re gone
Another daytrip to sea and sky
To catch the water throw off light
We walked, and talked about
These disposable lives of ours
Just waiting for an offer to take off
And start over…Pacifica
Out on the blacktop with time to kill
I’ve got a blank heart for you to fill
