Chris Pureka - California lyrics

The sun comes through the shade
Lands on the ceiling
Meanders down the wall to
Where you're sleeping
And I'm trying to memorize
Your every morning movements
The roll and rise of you

Cause it's too late to run
When you're caught in the snare
And I'm tangled in the barbed wire
You hung around your bed
But honey I'll never learn
It takes me so long and when I finally fall
You know, they're always gone it's hard
Early morning haze packing the car
What to bring and what to leave behind love
You've got a car full of clothes
You've got your Steinbeck novels
You've got your wine glasses
You've got your summer sandals
You've got your sunglasses
You're ready to go to the gold state
The gold coast and oh

The sun comes through the shade
Lands on the ceiling came 93 million miles
Just to be here maybe it's not so far
Maybe it's not so far maybe it's not so far
To California