California Open Invitation

There’s a postcard and a letter
Mailed from golden shores of California
And a message sent solely to warn ya
We’re all fallin' into the ocean
But don’t look so sad
'Cause there’s lots of cold beer and white sand
And I’m stalking this beach like a mad man
So baby, don’t call
I’ll be home tomorrow if you come home at all
And I drop to my knees, pray to the waves
Who have so much to show ya but nothing to say
Stuck in this summer is where I am gonna stay
Get me out of this city and out of L. A
There’s a stiff drink and a cigarette
And a chair that just can’t wait to meet you
Parked at the top of this sand dune
And I got this brand new tattoo
But don’t look so shocked
'Cause I’m ridin' high in a rag-top
And I’m burning my bridges with napalm
So baby don’t write
I’ll be home tomorrow if you come home tonight
And I drop to my knees, pray to the waves
Who have so much to show ya but nothing to say
Stuck in this summer is where I am gonna stay
Get me out of this city and out of L. A
La da da da da da da da
La da da da da da da a
La-a-a-a
There’s a postcard and a letter
Mailed from golden shores of California
And a message sent solely to warn ya
We’re all fallin' into the ocean