Mulholland

Georgeanna The beryl-line hummingbirds are back from California You've been frozen here in Dakota I'm thinking the sun could warm you And I've been talked to And I've been talking too You stopped coughing You lay in my lap while the headlights lit the almond trees Of some state park, you lay there so still I was afraid I might have lost you And I've been talking to you I wish you'd talk too Mulholland Each little light's a soul outside of Bakersfield You shut your saltwater eyes While the radio played soft and clear And I was talking to you I was talking to you