Drivin' down Embarcadero
The sky was scarlet red
Morro Rock in front of me
Like a picture in my head
Passin' by target rock
And windin' down the way
Comin' to the breakwater
Where the ocean meets the bay
Seagulls painted in the sky
Around the sun they seem to fly
The water crashing on the sand
Marching in at my command
I often come to find myself
And see what I can see
Imaginations running wild
And my soul is running free
But now the sky is growing dark
The birds no longer fly
The sun is tryin' to hide itself
And soon it will be night
But I'll be back tomorrow
Just like I was today
Searching for my peace of mind
At the breakwater by the bay