CALIFORNIA

California, golden morning
I can feel it in the silence of the room
On the carpet, shadows creep in from the window
It’s a room without a view
Just the creeping, endless traffic
Stretching off into a wash of hazy blue
On my mattress, killing hours
Trying not to call you, yeah
All the vampires of the valley
Are cracking jokes and blowing smoke like cigarettes
While their mothers in the suburbs
Are taking pills with wine and trying to forget
And rows of houses, empty windows
Lit with silent signs of life from the TV
While the water’s disappearing
Down the cracks in the concrete
And if you look, you will see I got blood on my sleeve
And I can be anything that you want me to be
In California, California
I’m tearing at the seams, oh
I’m tearing at the seams, oh
I’m tearing at the seams, oh
I’m tearing at the seams, oh
I’m tearing at the seams, oh
(Don't make me make up my mind, I’m running out of time)
I’m tearing at the seams, oh
(Don't make me make up my mind, I’m running out of time)
I’m tearing at the seams, oh
(Don't make me make up my mind, I’m running out of time)
I’m tearing at the seams, oh
(Don't make me make up my mind, I’m running out of time)
I’m tearing at the seams, oh
(Don't make me make up my mind, I’m running out of time)
I’m tearing at the seams, oh
(Don't make me make up my mind, I’m running out of time)
In California