California High

I look up and touch the sky

And I saw angels fly

I don't wanna come down

Just enjoying the ride

Oh, I'm California high

Counting the stars underneath my feet

Oh, you dream but you don't sleep

Even the saltwater tastes like wine

When you're California high

You'd think Picasso hung the sun on that horizon

That pacific blue could make Poseidon cry

You get lost, you get lost, yeah, in that great wide open

When you're California high, mmm, yeah

Met a girl on the boulevard

Like a warm breeze, she blew away with my heart

I never will forget, yeah, that night

We got California high

We thought Picasso hung the moon on that horizon

That pacific blue could make Poseidon cry

You get lost, you get lost, yeah, in that great wide open

We were California high

California high

California high, yeah-yeah

You'd think Picasso hung the moon on that horizon

That pacific blue could make Poseidon cry

You get lost, you get lost in that great wide open

When you're California high

Oh, no, no, California, California

Oh, it's just a state of mind

California, California, oh, California, California high

Oh, my mind, hey, now California high