California – Ed Prosek – letras

Oh your coffees gone coldIn the middle of a northern stormFor the south coast of britain I don’t thinkYou can’t expect much moreThan a train ride, through a country sideThat don’t glitter like my homeThe way the highway 1 in the midday sunOutlines a sea that shines like gold (ooh)Well she’s a woman, she’s a prizeSo many men have died to own this landAnd every line and curveSo delicately preservesWhat’s sculpted by god’s handsAnd she’ll love you if you’re richShe’ll love you if you’re poorShe don’t care for mortal thingsAnd if you fall upon your darkest hourYou’ll be lifted by her wings (ooh)Cause california’sNot so far away for me to dreamAnd I can reach outAnd touch the silver seamsAs I cross the golden gateWhere in my childhood I would layAnd watch the hills turn into seaAnd drift so peacefully to sleepSo if you find, your love’s goneSour just put yourself to sleepAnd reminisce on what you’ve missedAs you fall into a dreamOh she may not have the brains or the classBut god she’s got the looksAnd when you wake you’ll quickly findCalifornia’s got you hooked. (ooh)Cause california’sNot so far away for me to dreamAnd I can reach outAnd touch the silver seamsAs I cross the golden gateWhere in my childhood I would layAnd watch the hills turn into seaAnd drift so peacefully to sleepCause california’sNot so far away for me to dreamAnd I can reach outAnd touch the silver seamsAs I cross the golden gateWhere in my childhood I would layAnd watch the hills turn into seaIt’s such a shame this is a dream