Everybody's got someplace to be
Big things to see
I'm still digging out from under this mess
It's anybody's guess
Oh, California
When will you let me be
Your slow-motion death
On the wind in off the sea
Oh, California
When will you let me be
Look, here comes that stupid
Barefoot kid
Ice cream on a stick
He took the bait again
Now he's jumping from that moving car
Hitting the shoulder hard
He's such an easy mark"