Dust on the steeple, warry-eyed people
Filling the streets with dreams and mistakes
City life leaves you wearied and green too
Nobody needs you but everyone takes
Day in, day out
Signs say "stay in," "stay out"
John and Cece make it look easy
Bread in the morning and songs in the evening
Up in the hills where the air gets lighter
And the sounds of the freeway taste
Like the waves they catch on weekends
I keep their home fit while they're away watering their children
Finding magic hidden everyday in love notes they've written
Soon they'll head back west for summer
I'll be gone by their return, hanging daisies on
Whatever door I next call mine
A lesson learned in taking time
John and Cece make it look easy
Pack in the wagon and drive to the beach and
Out where the sea sways to meet the horizon
The same glisten they find in each other's eyes and think
Isn't this something
Isn't this paradise
All we need's this sunset and guitar
The height of luxury is sitting where we are