This town is a deceptively cold place
With the Alemany Gap darkening out your face
 The tempered glass of the Oakland Hills
 flashes the sun back in flames from the window sills
I could stay, I could stay, I could stay
 I could stay here with you
 Under the neon blue sky
 Pink clouds humming by
 Because I don't have anywhere else to be
 There's no particular place for me
I could've ended up anywhere
 I could've followed anyone
 But we're standing here on this faded fishing pier
 With nightfall threatening all afternoon
But I could stay, I could stay
 I could stay here with you
 Under the cyan sky
 Anna's Birds humming by
 Because I don't have anywhere else to be
 There's no particular place for me