Santa Barbara

All my life has been a surprise
Faces cast in gold on the fire
Phantoms coloquial and new
Feelings inside floating through you

All my life leads me to die
Now Sherlock and Watson decide
On a true mystery of the mind
One Arthur Doyle would cease to write

Oh, my love, I'm lost again
Though I try, when will I win?
Who said life's not a race?
But if you're not around

All this time has been wasted to find
The darkness triumphed over light
Is the creator on my side?
Or has he left the soul behind?

Oh, my love, I'm lost again
Though I try, when will I win?
Who said life's not a race?
But if you're not around

All this life has been a disguise
Except for the hand in mine
Belonging to my one true love
In Santa Barbara on Hanukkah