California
California - shoes full of sand
Roasting out in the sun high on diazepam
California - look like you lost some blood
Perform a transfusion with the sand if I could
Goddamn, girl, let me be
What little peace I find, you intervene
California got her fault line set on me
California - I declare you no man's land
Were we engaged to wed, or a one night stand?
California, you follow me to Tennessee
Then return back home to float away to sea
Goddamn, girl, let me be
What little peace I find, you intervene
California got her fault line set on me
California - you fill my veins with salt
And with vinegar - the wine was all my fault
California - we end down by your beach
Where the storm clouds cry and the dust clouds preach
Goddamn, girl, let me be
What little peace I find, you intervene
California got her fault line set on me
Writer/s: Steve Bolan
