Dear Mom, Here I am in San Diego This is what it's like... And you can watch the water roll up on the shore See it switch and flow the other way And you can spend the entire day Sitting on the fence down by the water Watching all the girls and boys 'Cause yeah, Rico's got the moves From behind he's nobody's fool But I wonder if he'd ever give the goods That girl Rita's a locked up box I used to know her, but then we got lost She's made a home Underneath the pounding of the waves That's where she stays And Felicia She's always there She's got the sun It's in her hair Seen her with a picinic lunch And I know she'd share But I never had the time I've got to hold another place in line Like to think one day, I'll have the time And Marty's selling hot-dogs Yeah, Marty's got the fries He's always making eyes But just exactly what's he selling With all the stories he is telling? He says, Everybody's so important And he's a rock n'roll star And Annabelle she wants it Yeah, Annabelle is going for it But why are her hands empty When in her backpack she's got plenty? Well, she's afraid to get too large She's on a steady diet of exhaustion But I... I've seen you And I see your shape as you walk away And Arturo walks the air I've seen him kill with his frozen stare But I know he's in there And Felicia She's always there She's got the sun It's in her hair Seen her with a picinic lunch And I know she'd share But I never have the time I got to hold another place in line Like to think someday I'll have the time Like to think someday I'll make the time