Golden State

There's no water in this canteen Can't remember when my flat tops didn't have these holes It's coming on November Soon it'll be December And I might as well be sleeping on the north pole So lets pretend we're in the Golden State That our eyes are open and it's never too late Watching the palm trees blow in the wind of Santa Ana Break it down Turn it around Take me today We could get lost on the pacific coast Hideaway in a high desert saloon Get lost in the sunset city Til' out faces were dirty and gritty And we're never going back to where we came from So lets pretend we're in the Golden State That our eyes are open and it's never too late Watching the palm trees blow in the wind of Santa Ana Break it down Turn it around Take me today Break it down Turn it around Take me today I was hoping you'd want to ride away with me Never been much for new places on my own Instincts in the right direction And the interstate bares our reflection And there's nothing left to do but run away So lets pretend we're in the Golden State That our eyes are open and it's never too late Watching the palm tree blow in the wind of Santa Ana Break it down Turn it around Take me today Break it down Turn it around Take me today Break it down Turn it around Take me today