i remember making the drive as a child
the hours spent on the lonely highway

finally, eventually, we'd make our way out of the mountains
and enter the valley i have forever called home

i would scan the coastal range
looking for 'my hills'

the familiar ridge i memorized
relearning each bump every night as a child

watching the sun go down over the 'monkey face'
seeing the 'old man boot' a little further to the left

i wondered if time had taken them away from me
as the hours passed slowy on the deserted highway

but there they were!
maybe a bit flatter, a little less real

i saw my monkey man once more
laying under the setting sun

like things had never changed
and i had never left