California

Oh your coffees gone cold

In the middle of a northern storm

For the south coast of britain I don't think

You can't 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 (oooh)

Well 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. (oooh)

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. (oooh)

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 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

It's such a shame this is a dream