Santa Ana
Mallory Hauser
My leaves are fallin' in the Santa Ana Breeze
And the birds all line up, up on the telephone wires
And they blend right into a tangled kind of beauty
Singing to you as you roam underneath
But inside you're caught in a riptide of misery
Weighing yourself down, down until you can't see
Any glimmer of sunlight that could keep you from drowning
Slow down, slow down
Walk around, just walk around
Feel your feet sink into the ground
Quiet now, quiet now, ooo
Yeah, my leaves are fallin' in the Santa Ana Breeze
And the birds all line up, up on the telephone wires