Here at the inn, my coffee cup is fresh and full and warm
Here at the beach, such wonderful times are had on and beyond the shore
Here in the forest, the fauna and flora are waiting to be explored
Here in the van, the windshield is the movie screen and the radio is the score
And I’d like to send you a postcard from Big Sur
But none of the pictures capture the beauty it desеrves
And I most certainly can’t put it into words
Herе beneath the water, each son and each daughter should feel reborn
But each morning, I wake up and my hair is a rangled, mangled, tangled, and torn
And even after I rub my eyes, my vision is still fuzzy and blurry and orange
So I just sit here on the sand and I wait and I wait and I wait for the storm
Here it comes
Do-sha-bop-be-eye, bye bye
Do-sha-bop-be-eye, bye bye
Do-sha-bop-be-eye, bye bye
Bye bye
Bye bye
Bye bye
Bye bye
I’d like to give you a phone call from Big Sur
I’ve gotta tell ya all about my case of cabin fever
And the air is so clean it’s absurd
And this place is so much more than I deserve
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