You

Poor you

Playing so long but you're still not grooving

I see you running but I see you ain't moving



And me

Pitiful me

I sleep with both eyes open but I'm just not seeing

The forest let alone the trees



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California here I come

Open up your golden arms

I had enough of the New York City slums

My brother he went before me

My God watch over me

California here I come



Can we stop

Obsessing

There's food on the table let's count our blessings

How come we wanna be messing

Messing around

With the wild wild west

Must be a better life than this



How come

Some people got it all

Some people got none

I been banging my head against

The writing on the wall

But now

I just wanna have fun



Chorus



California I'll be there

Let me fall into your hair

I won't be guilty for my New York City care

My sister come along with me

Our God is offering our share

California I'll be there