| Winter has passed and there’s no trace of light from your California side
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| Been fooled into thinking the seasons wouldn’t pass in the sun
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| I ain’t got much time left for rocking
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| No Big Surprise underneath no bed
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| And so little by little they rise
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| Silently walk in your steps and put words in your mouth
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| Singing that the road ain’t for singing
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| Celebrate life from your house in the desert
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| With the blinding lights from afar
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| Sparkling right through the night but don’t lighten your path
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| Knowing your nights ain’t for dreaming
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| Threatening sky from the coast to the suburbs
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| And wide open spaces around
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| Radio rambling again, quiet before the storm
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| Not many a shelter to hide in
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| Forget the moment and stay in the light
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| Get them back on your menacing eyes
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| Get them back on your menacing eyes
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| And there could be trouble in town, if you will,
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| Just pick it up where you left off
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| Winter has passed and there’s no trace of light from your California side
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| Been fooled into thinking the seasons wouldn’t pass in the sun
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| Singing that the road ain’t for singing |