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.