i read the writing on the wall
    makes no sense but i read it all anyway
    some fear this flight afraid to fall
    my seat back they will set me straight in LA

    california
    there are thieves on the ladders
    pointing to the stars
    california
    well i had no choice
    had to be there
    follow my heart.

    those hills like lions lying down
    the way those cars go in and out, red and white
    the room i rent right down the hall
    music plays i can hear it through the sacred walls.

    a letter home, no news to tell.
    Hello. Forget it. I'm doing fine, doing fine. Oh well.
    pacific coast promises crash,
    walk the sand as it slips through the hour glass