Voggy In San Diego
By That Beach Sound Cartel
[Intro]
Met Dusty on a Thursday night…
Down at a bar called Diego’s…
Pacific wind coming off the water…
Neon burning through the coastal haze, mood was just right.
She had a name I couldn’t forget…
And a look that changed the weather…
We left Diego’s together…
And spent the rest of Thursday holding each other tight.
[Verse 1]
Friday came in colder…
Than California ought to be…
Had all day before Diego’s…
So I headed for the beach.
Somebody had a bonfire…
Burning against the breeze…
Cold beer, food and music…
And nowhere else to be.
Afternoon slipped into evening…
Fire dancing with the sea…
Then somewhere through the smoke and music…
Foggy walked up next to me.
[Pre-Chorus]
Pacific rolling…
Offshore wind…
Didn’t know the weather…
Was changing again.
[Chorus]
Dusty…
Under San Diego lights…
Foggy…
Rolling in with the tide…
One came out of nowhere…
One I left behind…
Two fronts I never saw coming…
On a cold California night.
Dusty…
And Foggy nights.
[Verse 2]
Foggy stayed beside me…
As the daylight disappeared…
Talking by the fire…
Passing back a couple beers.
Music getting louder…
Bonfire burning bright…
Cold Pacific air…
Couldn’t cool us down that night.
Diego’s came and went…
Dusty waiting there for me…
Foggy leaned in closer…
Said, “Come on home with me.”
Never made that Friday rendezvous…
Never made that call…
Left the fire together…
And forgot about it all.
[Verse 3]
Marine layer settling…
Gray against the dawn…
Six o’clock was coming…
We’d been up all night long.
Her mama was still sleeping…
Behind the bedroom door…
Foggy whispered, “You should go now…”
Bare feet on the floor.
She kissed me there in the hallway…
Said, “You better disappear…”
I grabbed my shoes and headed out…
Thinking I was clear.
No sound inside the house…
Just morning through the blinds…
Front door getting closer…
I never looked behind.
Then the bathroom door opened…
And there stood Dusty.
My heart damn near stopped…
Lightning without a flash…
Dusty looked at me…
Then everything crashed.
Her voice came down like thunder…
Foggy came running too…
That quiet California morning…
Turned into a storm out of the blue.
Doors opened…
Pressure rising…
No clear way on through…
Dusty woke up Foggy…
And Mother Nature woke up too.
[Final Chorus]
Dusty…
Under San Diego lights…
Foggy…
Rolling in with the tide…
Two California fronts collided…
In the early morning light…
Wasn’t May Gray…
Wasn’t June Gloom…
It got Voggy in San Diego…
Sneaking out of Foggy’s room.
Voggy…
Voggy…
San Diego
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