Mullholland

Georgeanna, the berylline hummingbirds are back in 
California.
We've been frozen here in Dakota, and I'm thinking the sun 
could warm you. And I've been talked to, and I've been 
talking, too...

You stopped coughing.
You lay in my lap while the headlights lit the almond trees
 of some state park. You lay there so still, I was afraid I
 might have lost you. And I've been talking to you. I wish 
you'd talk, too.

Mulholland, each little light's a soul outside of 
Bakersfield. You shut your saltwater eyes while the radio 
played soft and clear. And I was talking to you, I was 
talking to you.