Los Angeles

I've been tellin' everyone I know That when September comes, I'll make my move I'll change my email and lose my phone I'll shave my head and buy new clothes And let those Santa Ana winds just blow away These old, old computer blues That I've accrued So I picked a U-Haul up in Queens Packed up my things and bid my last adieus But as I drove through New Jersey I had a thought that did disturb me Maybe winter's not a season, it's a state of being That just being in a warmer state won't help me lose And so I won't be movin' out to Los Angeles This fall, after all I got a mother that I just can't please I got a lover that I can't just leave And I've signed along the dotted line and I turned in my keys But I'm nowhere close to Los Angeles So I'm driving back to New York To the tune of "California, here we come" My cat curls up in the shotgun seat And she gives one of those looks to me That seems to say, "Well, that was quite the stunt you pulled You old, old son of a gun Now have a think about what you've done" Oh, wouldn't my life be so much better? Wouldn't all my problems sorta disappear? If I could find the courage now To turn this speeding dump around And drag it all behind me into the sunset Lighting up my rearview mirror Perhaps another year Oh no, I won't be movin' out to Los Angeles This fall, after all I got a mother that I just can't please I got a lover that I can't just leave And I've signed along the dotted line and I turned in my keys But I'm nowhere close to Los Angeles