going back to big sur

it's a cold and rainy friday night, city life's got me all uptight, my mind keeps wandering far away, vibrations tell me it's time to leave l.a. going back to big sur, wish i could leave today, i want to walk beneath those redwood trees, just south of monterey, a little cabin, quiet and alone, no television and no telephone, water trickling down this little stream, makes you wonder, is it all just a dream?, going back to big sur, this time, i might just stay, going back and straighten out my head, just south of monterey, gentle people all around, never try to put you down, makes you feel like someone new, and they don't care who you are or what you do, guess i'll drive up highway, i dig the ocean, kiss the setting sun, the stars dancing in the sky, sort of puts you on a natural high, and that girl