California

California, my heart's beating for ya
California poppies blowing in the wind
Out in the fields
You know how I feel
About the gold

Angel city, everybody is pretty
And the highway makes you feel like you're alive
The wind is blowing
The sun is showing
Off the gold 

I wonder what I'll remember
I wonder what I'll forget
I wonder what I'll hold on to
I haven't got it figured out yet

Take me back there, take me back where
Native bones are telling stories we should hear
Out by the hills
You know how they feel
About the gold

I wonder what I'll remember
I wonder what I'll forget
I wonder what I'll hold on to
I haven't got it figured out yet

California, my heart's beating for ya
California poppies blowing in the wind
The sun is shrinking
And I am thinking
About the gold
About the gold