On the edge of the world

Out in the night darkness

On a path of dusty brush and eucalyptus

There's tall grass moving in the wind

On the edge of a cliff over water

I could die in

The sun’s hanging low over the ocean

Sand in my hair

Cool sand under my feet

Pink clouds and the moon coming out

To join me and the heart beat rhythm of your gold soul, beating

California, Carolina

It's a dry summer again

I miss you over me

Rain falling, soft and warm in bed

High-beams sweep around edge of the mountain

Etching out in light some line of the hills

Wrapped up with a blanket around

Waves on the rocks below

You were my abalone boy

The heart beat rhythm of your gold soul

Beating

California, Carolina

It's a dry summer again

I miss you over me

Rain falling, soft and warm in bed

You were a gem