Tilt - Berkeley Pier

I guess sometimes I'm luckywhen I go,For whole days at a timewithout thinking about you,And ask myself why,But then I find I'm traveling,Traveling down,To that same old piece of roadand wind up down by the water.Whatever happened to our walls on the pier?I cry myself aloneall the way down to the end,I drink my bottle dryand heave it across the bay,to the city,Smashin' outside your doorOh now