Streets of Bakersfield

An oldie but a goodie. I heard this song today after work on the radio and the tune and lyrics hit me fresh (taken literally in this case–not in reference to heroin!) I like the idea that you are a friend of the city you live in. Driving the familiar streets of Bakersfield today, it dawned on me that I would be leaving the city soon, and it feels like leaving a friend that I’ve grown attached to:

“Sometimes I feel like I don’t have a partner
Sometimes I feel like my only friend
Is the city I live in, the city of angels
Lonely as I am, together we cry
I drive on her streets cause she’s my companion
I walk through her hills cause she knows who I am
She sees my good deeds and she kisses me windy
I never worry, now that is a lie. ”

~Red Hot Chili Peppers, Under the Bridge