Ukiah - Robert Francis, The Night Tide

I broke down on the 101

I wandered into town

I bummed a smoke and got some gas

When I turned back my car could not be found

There go my plans, I get lost for a while

There goes my day, get lost for a while

Now I’m walking and I’m starting to feel out of touch

I guess I must’ve taken too much

Now my dreams are spun

Falling constellations

and my mind is starting to run

And I’m stuck here in Ukiah with no one

I heard there was a nut-house here, in the 1970s

After Jamestown they burned it down and

they set all the patients free

There go my mind, I get lost for a while

There goes my day, get lost for a while

Now I’m laughing and the streets are covered in flames

And the kids here are the same

And It’s plain to see real is subjective

on a road with infinite lanes

And I’m stuck here in Ukiah once again

Winds are blowing, night is slowly moving in frame

And I’m stuck here in Ukiah once again

I’ve been walking and I’m walking and I’m starting to feel out of touch

I guess I must’ve taken too much

Now my dreams are spun

Falling constellations

and my mind is starting to run

And I’m stuck here in Ukiah with no one

They could love you, they could love me somewhere someday

But for now I’m in Ukiah on the run