Whereabouts
Well I pulled my head out of the sand; I ran the streets of El Cajon
And I needed to hear the news from you; I left a message on your phone
Your pale face, shaking arms and hands, they all did clue me in
If you only called in desperate times I'd still pick up a friend
Along the edge of the Pacific, parallel to the highway
You drove to say it all except for what you came to say
Your whereabouts are in the headlines, but I know where you really are
I will guard you from this small-town light and light your way instead
Oh instead
They all had a version
I could hear them all just say
They swore they could tell in color, but you were stuck in shades of grey
Let the church doors swing open so I can fall down on my knees
I'm powerless to change this, but hope will be my means
Can't you see me standing?
I beg to be let in
Ye who has cast a stone, best be without sin
Your whereabouts are in the headlines, but I know where you really are
I will guard you from this small-town light and light your way instead
Oh instead