| Don’t know what I was looking for
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| When I went home, I found me alone
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| And sometimes, I need someone to say
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| «You'll be alright, what’s on your mind?»
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| But the water’s shallow here, and I am full of fear
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| And empty-handed after two long years
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| Another sunny day in California
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| I’m sure back home they’d love to see it
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| But they don’t know that what you love is ripped away
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| Before you get a chance to feel it
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| Back home, I always thought I wanted so much more
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| Now I’m not too sure
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| Cause sometimes I miss knowing someone’s there for me
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| And feeling free
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| Free to stand beside the ocean in moonlight
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| And light myself a smoke beneath the dark Atlantic sky
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| Another sunny day in California
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| I’m sure back home they’d love to see it
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| But they don’t know that what you love is ripped away
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| Before you get a chance to feel it
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| Everybody here is living life in fear of falling out of line
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| Tearing lives apart and breaking lots of hearts just to pass the time
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| And the eyes get red in the back of your head, this place will make you blind
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| Put it all behind me and I’ll be just fine
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| Another sunny day beneath this cloudless sky
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| Sometimes I wish that it would rain here
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| And wash away the west coast dreaming from my eyes
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| There’s nothing real for them to see here
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| Another starry night in California
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| I’m sure back home they’d love to see it
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| But they don’t know that what you love is ripped away
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| Before you get a chance
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| Before you get a chance to feel it |