November 12, 2015

Lyrics

A palm tree can grow up and reach the sky
I never did stop and wonder why
It seems they climb into outer space
I guess it's cause they're living under california grace

California grace

Dear mother don't misunderstand your son
Think i'm crazy to live my life on the run
I'll write this line of your pretty face
Say i'm doing just fine, my california grace

California grace

Dear, sweet woman put your hand in mine
I've got my mind made up this time
You and i are getting out of this place
Don't forget to pack up your california grace

Smog fills the sky with pink and blue
Beautifies the air while it's killing you
Sounds like that's the place where we ought to be
Let's hitch a ride in california gracefully
Gracefully

Miles of road that we haven't seen
Ancient ruins, fields of green
Come on girl, we got dreams to chase
Young and under california grace

Please, dear woman, won't you follow me
Open your mind and set me free
You and i ain't gotta win no race
We're young and under california grace

Say i'm doing just fine, my california grace
We're young and under california grace

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