The Future

I want to fall in love again, I know where it will happen
Along the California coast, where the ocean meets the mountains
I can see the future
Driving north a winding road I had a premonition
A golden badge and rolling hills living pointless station
I can see the future
Someday will the clouds blow away
Watch me as the fall creeps in, I wonder when I’ll make it
Stopping for the night somewhere, the old hotel Arcada
I can see the future