tourist town

there is a tourist town north of San Diego
where I spent my days chasing innocence lost
I set free my dreams to go where they go
searching for freedom, no matter the cost

          now I see I wasted my time
          nothing happened
          that was supposed to be mine
          only hopes with no reason or rhyme
          what will become of me now
          
in the country I come from old men are sad
no women to turn to when the sea breeze is cold
I never believed it would turn out this bad
not at all like all those lies that you're told

          now I see I wasted my youth
          nothing happened
          when I searched for the truth
          only unanswered questions
          with no burden of proof
          what will become of me now
          
I turn to the ocean, pull my collar up high,
and stare at the water as if it were my grave
I was so wrong, it hurts to be alive
there's nothing to live for
I head toward the waves

          now I see that I wasted my life
          nothing happened
          I always hoped that it might
          save me from fading into that dark night
          what will become of me now
          what will become of me now