California
Well, we planned to rent us a Mustang
But Avis left us high and dry
So we drove up through California
In a busted old Hyundai
Mornings out on Santa Monica
She said it reminded her of video games
I remember saying the same thing long ago
Sometimes we just seem to see some things the same
Yeah, sometimes we just seem to see some things the same
If I close my eyes, I go back there with her
Wind in our hair, shoes in our hands
Threading our toes through the surf
The afternoon in Santa Barbara
Watching pelicans fly 'round the pier
And I said as we walked 'round the harbour
"I don't think folk worry 'bout money round here"
The folks, they don't worry 'bout money 'round here
If I close my eyes, I go back there with her
Winding our way up on the coast and looking out over Big Sur
And for a moment, I didn't worry about anything
She was my queen and I, her California king
Yeah, yeah
We flew out of San Francisco
Back to the driving London rain
I loved her in California
I love her anywhere just the same