Window calls to me
The wind is heavy and the morning clean
It looks like Tahoe, like California
I look out the window and think to myself
about everything that came before ya
Everything that came before you seems like things I'll never need
3000 miles is too far for a night of decent sleep.

Oh, Califorlornia
Stop calling out to me
Califorlornia, you're making trouble…

San Diego wasn't just a dream
You saw a lizard there on the wall and beards on all the palm trees
We slept late, looked at the stars
Played in lazy Sunday yards
Fiddle-faddle grew on the trees
Neck-deep in dilly dally weren't we

Oh, Califorlornia
Stop calling out to me
Califorlornia, you're making trouble…

Oh man, you are away too far to be any kind of friend to me
Stop that rising in the east with your windy bribery
I got me some new friends now and they want you to leave
Sorry it had to be…
It ain't you it's me
It ain't you it's me

Oh, Califorlornia…