Mayonnaise

I was looking through yesterday's paper

when I saw your look-alike

In the West, where they found you after

several days and several nights

Where the rain never stops for long

And everyone I know's composing songs

Days and months of dragging through the mud

It seems we're always waiting on the sun

Took the 1 to San Francisco stopping

At Big Sur to look around

For the gators and to see the water

Where it meets the rocky ground

Now, I am a Californian

I never wanna leave the state again

For too long, I'll write a thousand songs

I'll write a thousand songs before I'm done