all these words i wrote those books were mine from shattered avenues lost silver shine you can t catch death wrote my baby girl but i d left that street and i d left the world books of california the library is my cemetery a perfect place for my words to still sleep blue sky under ice cream clouds a hawkline monster still dreams out loud for books of california these words i wrote those dreams of mine of bottles drunk and city lights and in oregon i wrote goodbye waves so the wind would blow my words away books of california