I know it best from afar
Behind glass driving fast in a car
A short-ramp some uphill scene
Downtown is so blurry
The Fog funnels down
Through canyons collapsing hotels
You've been nice to me so far
But avoid me cafes and bars
You see it arrive
It devours us all around five
A blurry wave when I drive home
Then life disappears
Replaced with a cloud
Glowing uncontrollable sound
The Cliffs so glassy
Overhead at South Jetty
Main Street all steep and closed out
Check the pier from Wadworth
The Rock from the Strand
Car chase at Oso Flako