California

Never been to the land of my dream Sun is set singing the hymn A fireplace is burning inside I'd like to dream about it for a while I'm stepping into the land of the sun And feel my body just got to move on There's something different 'bout how I feel California And I'm the one paints a forest tree And I'm the one who's standing at the sea So long have just I dreamed California If you don't know where to go Girl, we just have to move on We're gonna hop in the car We're gonna drive west far Far, far, far... Until we're gonna see the coast line That hit our eyes With tears of happiness And in the land of pain trees And in the land of boiling seas Oh when I think it I get high California Let's play fools Run in only shirts Into the lawn of ever-love Ladies and Gentlemen Let's welcome this poor young guy On a board of our fancy train The next station is California And in the land of pain trees And in the land of boiling seas Oh when I think it I get high California