California

That Santa Anna Breeze is calling me

Back to the wine country

Where the rivers flow like chardonnay

And the music plays all day

You and I will be rolling

Down that gentle hillside

Watching the balloons rising

Over the Bristlecone Pines

California

California

She's the midnight moon that follows you home

Just to make sure you're OK

She's the gentle breeze blowing through your hair

When the Sun comes out to play

California

I remember lake Anza

Playing guitar down by the shore

Serenading the angels

Like an Island troubadour

The days were long and sunny then

But now the time has flown by

And I miss the pure inspiration

Of the California sky