Going To California

Spent my days with a woman unkind Smoked my stuff and drank of my wine

Made up my mind to make a new start Going to California with an aching in my heart

Someone told me there's a girl out there With love in her eyes and flowers in her hair

I took my chances on a big jet plane, never let them tell you that they're all the same

The sea was red and the sky was grey, I wonder how tomorrow could ever follow today

The moderns and the canyons are to tremble and shake

The childrens of the sun begin to wake

Watch out

Seems like the ride of the ghost got a punch on the nose

And it's starting to flow, I think I might be sinking

Throw me a line if I reach it in time I'll meet you up there where the path is straight

To find a queen without a king that says she plays guitars and cries, and sings, la-la-la

Ride a white mare in the footsteps of dawn Try to find a woman who's never, never, never

been born Standing on a hill on the mountain of dreams

But tellin' myself it's not as hard, hard, hard as it seems