California

I belong to California.
From the outside hills in the south land.
I would drive north to San Francisco…
I belong to California.
To the Pacific breath where we might find home.
When I’m old I will gift away all I’ve owned.
California I leave you my dust
and
dry
bones.
This border’s got a hold on me.
Try to leave you’ll end up back here
everytime.
I’ve been thinkin' bout Victoria
Just like me
She tried to leave
and she’s come back.
They always do.
They always do.
When I’m old I will gift away all
I’ve
Owned.
California I leave you my dust
and
dry
bones.
When I’m old I will gift away all
I’ve
Owned.
California I leave you my dust
and dry bones.
I leave you my dust
and dry
bones.
I leave you my dust
and dry
bones.
I leave you my dust
and bones.