Lyrics

The sun comes through the shade Lands on the ceiling Meanders down the wall to where you're sleeping And I'm trying to memorize Your every morning movements The roll and rise of you Cause it's too late to run When you're caught in the snare And I'm tangled in the barbed wire You hung around your bed But honey I'll never learn It takes me so long And when I finally fall You know, they're always gone It's hard… Early morning haze Packing the car What to bring and what to leave behind love You've got a car full of clothes You've got your Steinbeck novels You've got your wine glasses You've got your summer sandals You've got your sunglasses You're ready to go To the gold state… The gold coast… And oh… The sun comes through the shade Lands on the ceiling Came 93 million miles Just to be here Maybe its not so far Maybe its not so far Maybe its not so far To California…