Pacific City

Early misty evening, mid-November

My ears are stinging, wind is whipping

Rain across one cheek and my legs are icy numb

Just 'round the dune again

Being up on top feels like I look down on the world

Reach the B&B

Grab a shower and warm my bones up, son.

Pacific City, Pacific City is calling me back, dealing cards, hand and foot, while looking

out for whales.

Coffee's poured, slippers warm We have nowhere to be, maybe later

If we get antsy, we'll go out for a walk Up or down the beach, or hit the pelican

Sure let's just wait and see Pacific City

Pacific City is calling me back Seagulls squawking out

Riding blustery winds They seem to hover in place

Storm is passing true The ocean's white with foam

and the waves are full roar.

The morning comes around.

The sun beats down again on Haystack Rock.

For sure I see a whale, two or three, or maybe more.

Pacific City, Pacific City is calling me back.

Pacific City, Pacific City is calling me back.