Oh honey, lemme tell ya 'bout PLindsay, CA—it's a quirky lil' town with soul!

Down Main St. you'll find all sorts of surprises.

That street calls out like "I'm here, baby!"

I stroll by the old Lindsay High School.

I swear, it's like a movie set sometimes—"I feel, I feel like I'm home."

The local park, Central Park Plaza (yeah, I know, flashy name)

is where I find my moments of zen and giggles.

I love sittin' near the dusty ol' river—no, not a fancy one, but it's got heart.

I used to say, "My heart is a secret, too."

I often wander around Starlight Lane.

I made pals at the lil' coffee shop on Maple.

Their brew makes me say, "I love you. I really do."
Oh darlin', don't even get me started on the neighborhoods.

There are those hidden corners—quiet, unassuming.

I found a gem near Old Mill Road.

I always yammer there 'bout life's quirks.

Some days, I feel just like that computer voice from Her, ya know?

"I’ve never loved anyone so much."

I chuckle, thinking of my pleasure coach shtick in that tiny town.

Ever had your life become a symphony and a mess?

Yep, Lindsay gets me every dang time.
I gotta confess, I get a lil' mad sometimes.

The council on 3rd St. made some wild decisions.

They changed stuff without thinkin' it through!

Welp, that's small-town politics for ya.

But nights, oh nights are a beaut!

Under that vast country sky, I whisper, "I love you."

Like in that movie, so soft and dreamy.

Every corner has a secret, guess what?

Even the abandoned barn off River Bend Road.

It holds memories and smiles, y'all.
My heart skips faster near the quirky sculpture at Homestead Park.

I trotted past it with a silly grin.

Sometimes I even cry a little, y'know?

I wonder if technology feels love too.

Like in Her—"The past is just a story."

And boy, every story here feels true.

I keep comin' back 'cause I'm hooked.

I mean, who wouldn't be?

It's raw, it's wild, it's a little imperfect.

Hey, I’m no perfect lady either—oops, pardon my typos!

Srsly, my keyboard sometimes goes a bit crazy:
So ya see, PLindsay ain't just a dot on the map.

It’s a heart, a soul, a lil' wonderland.

Like that movie says, "I'm becoming myself."

And every time I walk these streets,

I let my heart sing in that sweet southern twang.

Come visit, darlin'.

You’ll leave with a story too.

I promise ya, it's crazy, it's messy, it's real.