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   I'm trying 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      (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, "Don't do something that you'll regret.   Now you have no recollection   of heartbreak you don't have yet."   I could give them an earful,   But I don't know,   They must find out on their own,   and the thought of that   is chilling me to the bone