California

(álbum: Feeling Strangely Fine - 1998)

Driven through the canyons
I was dazzled by the mountains
And we didn't go very far
Close enough to heaven
If you climb up on a mansion
You too can swing like a star

I tried to get inside
I bought a ticket with my pride
And I was gone right out of my head
I went out for a ride
To go across a great divide
And I ended up at home instead

California
I thought I should see
Now I'm back home, yeah
With twelve little pieces of me

I was just a passenger
A rider on the tremors
That were shaking all our beds at night
A visitor a stranger
Thought I might pass for a regular
If I just kept out of the lights

Tore my heart out from my chest
Mixed it up in my mind with the best
Freshest pieces of my soul
Chose the ones I loved the most
Drove 'em all down to the coast
Threw 'em in a big black hole

California
I thought I should see
Now I'm back home, yeah
With twelve little pieces of me

California
I dreamed I would find
Some kinda sorta pick-me-up
I got twelve little pieces of my mind

California
I thought I should see
Now I'm back home, yeah
Got twelve little pieces of me

California
I dreamed I would find
Some kinda sorta pick-me-up
I got twelve little pieces of my mind

Twelve little pieces of my mind
Twelve little pieces of my mind
Twelve little pieces of my mind