It's just a few years now,
With the world drawn abreast,
Let's roll on the fray
Under a Cheshire crest.

Skipping like stones on a lough,
Towards the crystal blue West
Where we can run, love, and play,
Where we can lay down to rest.

Little, green towers shimmy and bow,
With elders to boot, with broad wooden chests
We can count the stars above their crowns at the death of a day,
In our bold little world, we'll be freed and blessed.

Within those fields, our future we'll sew
Roll on Cali, we're burning West

Roll on Cali, we're burning our home.