Western Shoreline Songtext
von Christa Wells

I flew out to Palo Alto
From Nashville in mid-July
I felt the sea salt burning in my lungs
So keenly I could cry
′Cause I love my little front porch
And waking up in my own bed
But I'd been home for a while
I was getting lost inside my head

I drove up to Monte Bello
For a solitary climb
But I met a man who knew the trails
We walked the last few miles
He told me we were standing
On the San Andreas Fault
And if it opened we′d both be goners
Within a minute, ready or not


Well, I'm not afraid of dying
But I'm dead set on being alive
Give me something to stop my heartbeat
Like the western shoreline

I looked over the Pacific
From the height of Mussel Rock
And I saw the waves come rolling
With the current of my thoughts
Four decades I was breathing
Without filling up my lungs
Now I′m headed for the edge
I′m running right into the sun

I need California
California

There's a fault line in my soul
There was a day three years ago
When the earth beneath my feet just fell away
I was swallowed by the sea
I heard a song rise from the deep
I′ve never felt so alone, or so safe
Just like California
California


I'm not afraid of dying
But I′m dead set on being alive
Give me something to take my breath away
Like the western shoreline
Give me something to stop my heartbeat
Like the western shoreline