Yesterday I took one last look, when she walked away form meHeading back to him, greenâs all I could seeSo I chunked it in a bag, bewildered and confusedStarted walking toward the setting sunHeading out to Santa CruzNo Mr. I donât want a ride, I think the walk will do me goodThereâs things that never work, but I always thought we wouldYou win some, some get rained outAnd thereâs ones you’re bound to loseIâll have this one sorted out, by the time I get to Santa CruzIt ainât home bit itâll do, if itâs far enough away from youTo break these puppet strings in two and set me freeThough I wonât know a soul, a lonely so and soJust a broken heart incognito with paid up duesIn Santa CruzIt ainât home but itâll do, if itâs far enough away from youTo break these puppet strings in two and set me freeI wonât know a soul, a lonely so and soJust a broken heart incognito with paid up duesIn Santa Cruz