The Future

I want to fall in love again, I know where it will happen Along the California coast, where the ocean meets the mountains. I can see the future. Driving north a winding road I had a premonition A golden badge and rolling hills living pointless station. I can see the future. Someday will the clouds blow away Watch me as the fall creeps in, I wonder when I’ll make it. Stopping for the night somewhere, the old hotel Arcada. I can see the future.