Dip your feet into the water until your toes start to prune
Heraclitus should have known there's just one river and it's you
Because I feel your fingers flowing down my back
My heart's just still water starting to flow at last
And you couldn't stop counting stars in Santa Barbara
And I can't stop counting on you
White sand falls like snow from your hair
And I said I'd comb it out
I know I'm leaving soon
So dip your feet into the water before I go
Orange County's kind of dry so let's drive up to San Francisco
Even though it's too cold to swim
I know you'll dive right in