Judy’s in my car
Passenger side
Blending highway lights
Half asleep on the phone
Driving up the west coast
I’m an oar without stroke
Wishing she was in the driver’s seat
Driving
The west coast is the most
I’ve been alone
Judy’s in my car
She’s the open and close
Of my devotion
An occasional song
Lights at dusk and dawn
in the parking lot
Like a pallet of stones
All to keep me afloat
Now and then I think of her
Sink down around her shoulder
Held me in the summer
Oh I really love her now
I know I left you
But I didn’t mean to
I didn’t leave you
Just for something to do
The west coast is the most
Sometimes I don’t get it right
But still she stays by my side