where else can i go?
I wrote Where Else Can I Go in the year after I “ran away from home” so to speak. By that I mean, I moved three thousand miles away from everything and everyone I had ever known to Southern California. I was not scared one bit, because some of the things I had left behind were much more painful than being alone in a sunny place. I went into the city by myself almost every weekend and walked the streets of LA.
I drove down the freeway, listened to Pet Sounds. I stood on the pier, listened to Blue. I went into cafes and bookstores, listened to Bridge Over Troubled Water. I stared at lots of sunsets and let myself be sad. I went out lots of nights and let myself be happy. And in between, I wrote these songs.