California

Replaying movies frame by frame

Blowing smoke rings, hoping for rain

To wash away all of the mess

And put out the fires that burn a hole in my chest

A hole in my chest

I laid my tracks in the high desert sand

Defined in stillness, now gone with the wind

Sometimes in life, you don’t get to choose the end

Oh California

Oh California

At a bar on Le Brea, I bared my soul

The bartender said, “If it were me, I’d go.

See, my father died when I was away.

There’s nothing here for you girl.

Don’t make that mistake.

Don’t make that mistake.”

That night I heard the coyotes close in

This was a battle that I couldn’t win

Sometimes in life, you don’t get to choose the end

Oh California

Oh California

Late at night, when I close my eyes

I see palm trees and twinkle lights

Sometimes in life, you don’t get your “goodbye”

Oh California

Oh California