California's Just a Feeling
A dream of my old apartment
Three hundred and twenty square feet
Not even fit for a sardine
Lingers on through the morning
Vinegar and linoleum
Cardboard boxes and Kirkland rum
Goodbye to all of that
Gotta get off of this track
And I'm never looking back
I'm just looking for some meaning
But California's just a feeling
The salty air gently seeps in
Through the open window
God I never felt so low
Rubbing sugar on the wound
Won't ever make it go away
From east to west I ricochet
The ocean seems so small
When I'm staring at the wall
And I'm dreaming of the fall
I'm just looking for some healing
But California's just a feeling
And who cares if the grass is always greener
If you spend all your time sitting in a beamer
Rolling down the freeway, five miles an hour
Bragging to your family about your SAG screeners
And you wish that you were jumping in leave piles
Drinking pumpkin spice lattes and picking apples
At the Biergarten while loading up sauerkraut
You'll find something else to complain about
So Goodbye to all of that
I Gotta get off of this track
And I'm never looking back
I'm just sick of all this seeming
And California's just a feeling
Don't go chasing fireflies
Just to put 'em in a cage and watch 'em die
Let 'em fly
Free, and high
Three hundred and twenty square feet
Not even fit for a sardine
Lingers on through the morning
Vinegar and linoleum
Cardboard boxes and Kirkland rum
Goodbye to all of that
Gotta get off of this track
And I'm never looking back
I'm just looking for some meaning
But California's just a feeling
The salty air gently seeps in
Through the open window
God I never felt so low
Rubbing sugar on the wound
Won't ever make it go away
From east to west I ricochet
The ocean seems so small
When I'm staring at the wall
And I'm dreaming of the fall
I'm just looking for some healing
But California's just a feeling
And who cares if the grass is always greener
If you spend all your time sitting in a beamer
Rolling down the freeway, five miles an hour
Bragging to your family about your SAG screeners
And you wish that you were jumping in leave piles
Drinking pumpkin spice lattes and picking apples
At the Biergarten while loading up sauerkraut
You'll find something else to complain about
So Goodbye to all of that
I Gotta get off of this track
And I'm never looking back
I'm just sick of all this seeming
And California's just a feeling
Don't go chasing fireflies
Just to put 'em in a cage and watch 'em die
Let 'em fly
Free, and high
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Writer(s): Alexander Kahn
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