You left me stranded in a sea of clones
Floating on this island all by myself;
I never thought you’d leave me all alone –
You weren’t supposed to be like everybody else.
You left my soul on a dusty shelf
Inside a cobalt jar full of sorrow;
No kind goodbyes or fond farewells –
Kept me hanging on the line waiting for tomorrow.
There’s a burning in my aching bones
And your shoulder’s feeling oh so cold;
I can’t explain this wild state I’m in –
It must be those Santa Ana winds.
You took the red eye back to the wasteland
All at once I’m nothing but a ghost;
Tell me the truth, baby, if you can –
Why won’t it be me that you will miss the most?
Flying high above the Atlantic coast
I’m nothing but a stranger in your eyes;
I guess I made the perfect scapegoat
For you to leave the stardust of this world behind.
There’s a brushfire in your desert bones
And my body’s feeling oh so cold;
I can’t explain this wild state you’re in –
It must be those Santa Ana winds.
Boy, I tried to give you all my light
Until there was nothing but a spark;
It was easy for you to take flight –
Running away to leave me lingering in the dark.
I’m rotting in the state of Denmark
As you travel the Pacific coast;
To swim with the mermen and the sharks –
Someone I used to know, just another hollow ghost.
There’s an inferno in our scorched bones
And our bodies no longer feel cold;
I can’t explain this wild state we’re in –
It must be those Santa Ana Winds.
All that’s left is my soul on your shelf –
I wasn’t supposed to be like everybody else.