California

Oh, your coffee's gone cold in the middle of a northern storm

For the south coast of Britain, I don't think you can expect much more

Than a train ride through a country side that don't glitter like my home

The way the Highway 1 in the midday sun outlines a sea that shines like gold

Oh, oh

She's a woman, she's a prize, so many men have died to own this land

And every line and curve so delicately preserves what's sculpted by God's hands

And she'll love you if you're rich, she'll love you if you're poor, she don't care for mortal things

And if you fall upon your darkest hour, you'll be lifted by her wings

Oh, oh

'Cause California's not so far away for me to dream

And I can reach out and touch the silver seams as I cross the Golden Gate

Where, in my childhood, I would lay

And watch the hills turn into sea

And drift so peacefully to sleep

So if you find your love's gone sour, just put yourself to sleep

And reminisce on what you've missed, as you fall into a dream

Oh, she may not have the brains or the class, but, God, she's got the looks

And when you wake, you'll quickly find California's got you hooked

Oh, oh

'Cause California's not so far away for me to dream

And I can reach out and touch the silver seams as I cross the Golden Gate

Where, in my childhood, I would lay

And watch the hills turn into sea

And drift so peacefully to sleep

'Cause California's not so far away from me to dream

And I can reach out and touch the silver seams as I cross the Golden Gate

Where, in my childhood, I would lay

And watch the hills turn into sea

It's a such a shame this is a dream