Lyrics:

I guess sometimes I'm lucky when I go, For whole days at a time without thinking about you, And ask myself why, But then I find I'm traveling, Traveling down, That same old piece of road and wind up down by the water Whatever happened to our walls on the pier? I cry myself alone all the way down to the end, I drink my bottle dry and heave it across the bay, to the city, Smashin' outside your door Oh now there goes the Romeo, hand in hand with his punk rock Juliet, They remind me of two people That I'm trying my best to forget, I can hear their sweet nothings on the wind, As I hurry to get by, Diverting my gaze, To the Oakland Bay Bridge Whatever happened to our walls on the pier? I cry myself alone all the way down to the end, I drink my bottle dry and heave it across the bay, to the city, Smashin' outside your door (Could that be you honey, way over on that side? Flashin' a signal to me, Down by Pier 39, 'Cause if I only knew, I'd jump in that water and swim right across, drowning in my relief) Maybe I should warn them, Should I say,