The Summer Air

I’ve been writing this song all week. Every morning when I run, every moment I have to myself, I hear this chorus in my head. It strikes me a “Summer’s Gone” part two. That is, it has a similar temperment: open, bright, uptempo, but tinged with loss and some strange sense of impending apocalypse. The verses aren’t quite finished, but it’s close. It’s called “California.” And it’s a keeper.

I’d give it up to my surprise
The summer air, the burning skies
The jealous kid with bedroom eyes
The faraway look for disguise

And California slips away
Another sunset gone to waste
Lost to time and lost in space
Still I cannot forget you

I wont’ take it back, I won’t change my mind
The palm trees shake, the Earth it rises
The concrete shifts, and then subsides
A continent away she cried

California slips away
Another sunset gone to waste
Lost to time and lost in space
Still I cannot forget you