California

I’m all chalked out on the ground by the curtain call
All of the sharp observations are a paper trail forty stories tall
Yeah where any conclusions might slip through my fingers
As i’m listening to the stories she’s telling now
It’s a beautiful life
It’s a beautiful lie
When it’s late she’s still talking about california
Where the distance from the myth has never been greater
From the sea to the boulevard stretching her arms to the desert
It’s a beautiful life
Such a beautiful lie
Its a beautiful life
But she’s leading me one step behind
With the promise one day we’ll arrive
And if she ever runs out of california
She’s always got, she’s always got last summer
A state of mind with occasional tremors
It’s a beutiful life
Under restless and fluorescent skies
She’s all coloured all into the lines, lines, lines, lines
It’s a beautiful life
And shes leaving me one step behind
With the promise one day we’ll arrive
One day we’ll arrive, one day we’ll arrive
Ooh
When i get there i
When i get there i
Always one step behind