How can anybody get along these days
With everybody blowing their own separate ways?
We have so much in common not the least our pride.
That's why you're crying while I'm on the other side.
Now in this house of love we've got an open sore,
Forced communication through the bathroom door.
I beg for your forgiveness from the hallway floor
And pray for intervention from my very core.
Santa Ana, come blow down the wall between us.
Santa Ana, come blow down the wall between us.
This ill wind's infected with uncertainty.
It's silent as a cancer, violent as a sneeze.
It's charmless as a hiccup, harmless as a wheeze,
And every little breeze seems to whisper disease.
Santa Ana, come blow down the wall between us.
Santa Ana, come blow down the wall between us.
Climb down from your mountaintop to bring us hope.
Come blow down the wall between us.
Santa Ana, come blow down the wall between us.
Every closing door increases distance
And leaves us both behind.
That's why I'm pleading for divine assistance
From the patron saint of wind resistance.
Santa Ana, come blow down the wall between us.
Santa Ana, come blow down the wall between us.
Climb down from your mountaintop and end this war.
Come blow down the wall between us.
Won't you wind down through your canyons to my baby's door.
Come blow down the wall between us.
Santa Ana, come on, come on, and quit your big pretending.
Santa Ana, I can't stop begging 'cause our love's ending.