The hills of Santa Barbara look so prettyin the early morning light,  the colors rising as the sun brings one more dayout of the night.  And we’ll go down to watch the surfers and the whalesout on the sea.  We’ll stand in awe, take in the beauty that this worldcan sometimes be.  The Channel Islands call out to the city, from the oceanwhere they lie.  Like two old friends who broke up long ago,but neither one knows why.  They keep their distance, neither sure if there’s a wayto make amends.  They know they’ll always be connectedeven if they can’t be friends.I’ll never change the way I feel for you.I see your face and feelings of love shine through.  The caves are painted here, up in the mountains,by some long forgotten hand.  The artists message clear and bright,but there’s none left who understand.  That’s the way it seems to befor those who choose to bare their soul;  seduced like Alice,’til they wind up down a hole.The stories here are all ancient ones.They never change their themes in a million suns.There’s no erosion, it’s unending.The sky,the sea,the hills,are all blending.  The hills of Santa Barbara look so prettyion the early morning light.  The colors rising as the sun brings one more dayout of the night.  And that’s the way it seems to befor those who choose to share their soul:  seduced by wonder,living underneath love’s spell  as time grows old.Time grows old.