Santa Rosa ©2002 PFOR Music

I’ve often wondered,
If the snow falls in Santa Rosa
I’ve often wondered,
If that warm chill fills the air

Or does it threaten and then never come to pass,
A brief disturbance that cannot be made to last

When I think about you,
I’m reminded of Santa Rosa
With its dead-end streets 
And its beauty everywhere

Where the sun shines brightly and the wind blows so cold
And I run for cover as the turbulence unfolds

Just what was it,
That made a person like you, like you?
‘Cause I’ve often wondered,
Why the rain falls on your heart

Was it your father, with the back of his hand?
Or perhaps your mother, who just refused to understand....

My sense of duty has been painfully misguided
Who am I to question what you have decided?
You’d think by now I know some wrongs can’t be righted....
No matter how hard I try....

I’ve often wondered
Why I do the things I do............