I was looking through yesterday's paper
When I saw your lookalike
And the rest are where they found you after several days and several nights
Where the red never stops for long
And everyone I know's composing songs
Days and nights of dragging through the mud
It seems you're always waitin' on the sun
Took the one to San Francisco, stoppin' at Big Sur to look around
For the Gaters, and to see the water where it meets the rocky ground
Now, I am, we're Californian
I never wanna leave this state again
For too long
I'll write a thousand songs
I'll write a thousand songs before I'm done
