Dreaming of Santa Monica

Dreaming of Santa Monica
Watching you walk along the shore
You wearing a pink fancy dress
Sweet make-up on your silky eyes

You would be falling in the sand
Holding a starfish and a shell
Drawing with your finger my name
Falling in love with you again

Dreaming of Santa Monica
Crunching a candy, hold my hand
Merry go round as novacaine
Clic clac a picture in a frame

We would be singing not for fame
But for the chance to be insane
You would be blowing in the wind
Two or three words I won’t explain