Berkeley

Lyrics

It's winter in New York City But your hot tub is always warm Three thousand miles away in California You're smoking on the deck In the eucalyptus air And the man you'll come to love is standing there It's not kismet It's not destiny And this place ain't no Shangri-La But it's a misty-eyed god who'd dream of sequoia trees There's something about Berkeley Dating back to days spent in Codornices Clamor uphill and slide back down Two childhoods entwined in California He's playing hide and seek (Come out, come out) And sees a small girl on a swing. (Wherever you are.) And neither one suspects a thing. (Ready or not) 'Cause it's not kismet It's not destiny And this place ain't no Shangri-La But it's a misty-eyed god who'd dream of sequoia trees There's something about Berkeley The way the sun beats down in the afternoon The way the fog drenches the bay And the way you just keep on circling back Like you just can't stay away I spent nine years in New York City Writing words down and telling tales Before I saw the coast of California Before I saw the Golden Gate And the settings for the tales you'll tell And now I'm under Berkeley's spell It's not kismet It's not destiny And this place ain't no Shangri-La But it's a misty-eyed god who'd dream of sequoia trees There's something about Berkeley And I don't believe in fate, but sure as I can breathe I can see There's something about Berkeley