Topanga

John Phillips


Sometimes I drive out to Topanga.
Park my car in the sand.
Watching and waiting for a pick-up
From my man.

Then may down to Farmer's Market
Theres people there working in the sun,
Buying and selling for a profit
To anyone.

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Oh, Mary, I'm in deep water,
And it's way over my head,
Everyone thought that I was smarter
than to be misled.

Sometimes there's train wrecks in the mountains.
You know there's ship wrecks on the sea.
Mary, we must always be careful.
Can't you see?

Chorus