Turning 30 was a milestone for many reasons. I think it was more so because I was now truly an 'adult'. I had been married and divorced, and had a different perspective on life that when I was twenty. It seemed that Santa Cruz and sunsets had different meanings for me now. I hated 'growing up', but then again, it wasn't painful.

Where do you want to go?

The party’s over, the day’s grown colder, 
it’s time to pack and slip away
I’m looking over my poor frozen shoulder, 
I wish that I could stay
It’s hard to be a casanova, 
to be in love with living every day
My eight to five is working me over, 
I spend a lot of time thinking about yesterday

where I, I had some good times, 
chasing after aces like a hound on the run
Poor simple boy without the social graces, 
my empty handed dreaming, my planning and my scheming,
believing when believing was just a race for the sun

interlude

How’d you happen to just come along 
unpresuming with your smile
Always laughing, here’s a handwritten song, 
about an evening and a city, I think you’re kinda pretty, 
you’ve got style

Been dying working seven to five, 
grown weary with the tide
No kidding, barely staying alive
When you stole me for an evening and took me for a 
roller coaster ride

bridge

I was up in the air without a hope and a prayer
You might say that my world was a-reeling
Then you came a long for just a few days and a song
and I can’t explain the way that I’m feeling
Spring fever, I never want to leave her

Day dreaming when the feeling is right
Slow dancing with the sky
I’m Santa Cruz-ing on a Saturday night
Girl, it’s making this boy just never want to say
good-bye