It ain't the weather, that brings you down
The darkest shadows I've ever found
Somewhere down along these streets of gold
My dreams like property I bought and sold
Goddam California
I'll miss my Tennessee
Nobody here will ever want you
Just how cold it all could be
Now the canyons and the boulevards
The loneliness has never been far
I see their faces as they turn away
The old ones disappear while the young ones stay
Goddam California
I'll miss my Tennessee
Nobody here will ever want you
Just how cold it all could be
Nobody ever wants to go
Nobody ever wants to leave
Nobody tells you who they are
Only who they want to be
Goddam California
I'll miss my Tennessee
Nobody here will ever want you
Just how cold it all could be
Just how cold it all could be
Just how cold it all could be