10.21.14 The Bay.

“Sunk my heart at the bottom of the bay
Gonna wash up on the black rocks one day
Like unlucky sailors just swept out to sea
I think all the girls I’ve loved walked through your streets
But the waves and the fog always took ‘em from me

The Oakland apartments with the bars underneath ’em
The girlfriends and sweethearts and the bay in between ’em
I buried my heart at the bottom of the hill
If the girlfriends don’t get you the sweethearts sure will” – Lucero