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
