The palm trees
and the endless sky
this place built of concrete and plywood
it's not mine and
will never be mine

In the evenings
if you are lucky
you see the clouds roll in over the mountains
they look like memories
they'll soon be memories

The first day
felt like a daydream
we left the airport with our minds and hearts open
but things change
as they always change

I think I remember
someone saying that
the first time you leave California a piece of your heart stays
and if that has to be true
then let it be the broken one