Going to California

Spent my days with a woman unkind,

Smoked my stuff and drank all 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.

Took my chances on a big jet plane,

never let them tell you that we're all the same.

The sea was red and the sky was grey;

I wondered how tomorrow could ever follow today.

The mountains and the canyons started to tremble and shake

as the children of the sun began to awake.

Seems that the wrath of the Gods

Got a punch on the nose and it started 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

Runs straight and high.

To find a queen without a king,

They say she plays guitar and cries and sings... la la la la

Ride a white mare in the footsteps of dawn

Tryin' to find a woman who's never, never, never been born.

Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams,

Telling myself it's not as hard, hard, hard as it seems.