California

Hey there, California
I can hear you when I wake up
In the distance like the ocean
You calling me back to your side
Holding my breath in the night
I listen again for your song

At the table I am sitting
I know nothing but the meaning
Of the ones that I am missing
I hold on to each little time
You say a name and it’s mine
I listen again for your song

I am open, I am ready
I am forging through the mornings
Am I broken or unyielding
Am I some kind of fumbling light
Perfectly strung in your sight
I listen again for your song

In the meantime I’ll be alright
I’ll be alright
I will be fine

Hey there, California
I can hear you when I wake up
In the distance like the ocean
You calling me back to your side
Holding my breath in the night
I listen again for your song