Storm clouds over San Bernardino Mountains
They roll in
She stands just before them
In that past
A world gone
A world fled
By me
Why
We don’t know these days
Didn’t exactly know then
So now I walk haunted
Just as those hills
Dark clouds hang near
Moving in
Preparing
Last sun hits our hands in these lazy Sunday afternoons
Storm clouds hang near
Over those mountains
Over that past
And she is there somewhere
And I’m waiting for her to look back