The fields brush by
Softly dissolving
As the luke warm wind
Comforts my surroundings
In my '86 honda accord
Subtle bumps on the road
Stir my insides
Like waking a baby
Gold land of California
Excites my soul
I breath salt air
She sweeps me straight
To the ocean,
Straight to the moon
My baby's hand brushes my cheek
Instead of landing
I take him up with me
Sweet California
On the road to nowhere
She keeps on breathing
Summons the dreaming
For all who love her so.
E.S.
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 7:07 PM UTC
The fields brush by
Softly dissolving
As the luke warm wind
Comforts my surroundings
In my '86 honda accord
Subtle bumps on the road
Stir my insides
Like waking a baby
Gold land of California
Excites my soul
I breath salt air
She sweeps me straight
To the ocean,
Straight to the moon
My baby's hand brushes my cheek
Instead of landing
I take him up with me
Sweet California
On the road to nowhere
She keeps on breathing
Summons the dreaming
For all who love her so.
E.S.
