Life is so small when you’re stuck at the top
High on the Ferris wheel, gazing from the dark Pacific Park
Big waves look at the falcons in the sky
If it’s a dream then let’s be sure not to open our eyes
Stay, you wouldn’t mind on the loneliest ride
Down along Santa Monica Pier
Footprints don’t stay forever in the sand
Yea, we’ll go hand in hand
Two birds drifting away like a day
This is the rollercoaster of our lives
Sun-rays reflecting on the ocean
Savoring our goodbyes
Stay, you wouldn’t mind on the loneliest ride
Down along Santa Monica Pier
It’s a strange kind of life on the loneliest ride
Down along Santa Monica Pier