"California" by Wendy MaHarry
i read the writing on the wall
makes no sense but i read it all anyway
some fear this flight afraid to fall
my seat back they will set me straight in LA
california
there are thieves on the ladders
pointing to the stars
california
well i had no choice
had to be there
follow my heart.
those hills like lions lying down
the way those cars go in and out, red and white
the room i rent right down the hall
music plays i can hear it through the sacred walls.
a letter home, no news to tell.
Hello. Forget it. I'm doing fine, doing fine. Oh well.
pacific coast promises crash,
walk the sand as it slips through the hour glass
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