Lyrics

Who runs so hard through the valley? Rhymes to make your heart ache? Brings the bees to the honey? California King — well, that's me I've been praying, Sweet Maria These words of little faith But in these days of suffering It's good to have a plan ready Good morning, blood, I'm talking to you There's no way around it The rock in my pocket might make me drown We won't talk about it I couldn't make you love me I was gone a little too long Black train highballing That old American love song Some prophets sing about bad things To all their Sunday sinners They set their nets out on the shore Try to catch the lonely surfers Good morning, blood, I'm talking to you There's no way around it The rock in my pocket might make me drown And we won't talk about it Who runs so hard through the valley? Rhymes to make your heart ache? Brings the bees to the honey? California King, well, that's me