Ed Prosek Ed Prosek - California

Oh your coffees gone cold
In the middle of a northern storm
For the south coast of britain I don't think
You can't expect much more
Than a train ride, through a country side
That don't glitter like my home
The way the Highway 1 in the midday sun
Outlines a sea that shines like gold (oooh)

Well she's a woman, she's a prize
So many men have died to own this land
And every line and curve, so delicately preserves
What's sculpted by God's hands

And she'll love you if you're rich
She'll love you if you're poor
She don't care for mortal things

And if you fall upon your darkest hour
You'll be lifted by her wings. (oooh)
Cause California's not so far away for me to dream
And I can reach out and touch the silver seams
As I cross the Golden Gate

Where in my childhood I would lay
And watch the hills turn into sea

And drift so peacefully to sleep
So if you find, your love's gone
Sour just put yourself to sleep
And reminisce on what you've missed
As you fall into a dream
Oh she may not have the brains or the class
But God she's got the looks
And when you wake you'll quickly find
California's got you hooked. (oooh)

Cause california's not so far away for me to dream
And I can reach out and touch the silver seams
As I cross the Golden Gate

Where in my childhood I would lay
And watch the hills turn into sea
And drift so peacefully to sleep
Cause California's not so far away for me to dream
And I can reach out and touch the silver seams
As I cross the Golden Gate
Where in my childhood I would lay
And watch the hills turn into sea
It's such a shame this is a dream