I'm going to go to California
I'm going to drive along the coast
I'm going to climb a redwood
and see a gold town ghost
I'm going to leave behind my home
and leave behind my kin
change my name and cut my hair
and never come back again
It's the lure of the shining cities
it's the lure of the sunny skies
the belief that I'll be different
if I escape my current life
it's probably a fantasy,
it's certainly a lie--
but when I go to California
I'm going to leave myself behind.
Can't you see me packing up all of my boxes?
My car running with the headlights on?
I keep trying to write the perfect song
about why I want to go
the longing in my psyche
for sand between my toes
oh, I don't even know why
(or I can't quite articulate)
but I'm going to California
and it will never be too late.