California
I get it
Our days are done
I get it
You've come and gone
I get it
We've had our fun
I get it
I get it
You're way too far
I get it
For planes and cars
I get it
We live too far apart
I know it's been so long
I know your life went on
I know you never had a choice
I hope you know
I'm not so angry anymore
But desperately
I wish your voice
Would
Tell me was it real
Do you ever feel California?
Tell are your eyes
Are they still that light green or brown?
Tell me do you still play the songs
I wrote for you
The songs I wrote when you were still around
I hid it
You stole my soul
Admit it
You let me go
I get it
But still I can't forget it
But nothing
Could make it fair
If nothing
Could bring you here
I'm nothing
If I'm not near to you
Now I sit here
On the coast
I'm begging
To bring you home
I wonder
If I hurt all alone
So
Tell me if it's real
Do you ever feel California?
Tell if your eyes
Are they still that light green or brown?
Tell me if you still play the songs
I wrote for you?
The songs I wrote when you were still around
So my last words to you
I hope it's good
I do
I hope you have a happy life
And that the earth you sift is plentiful and rich
But if you cannot find the light
You can always think
Back to California
You can always choose
Eyes of green or brown
You can always replay
The songs I wrote for you
The songs I wrote
When you were still around
Our days are done
I get it
You've come and gone
I get it
We've had our fun
I get it
I get it
You're way too far
I get it
For planes and cars
I get it
We live too far apart
I know it's been so long
I know your life went on
I know you never had a choice
I hope you know
I'm not so angry anymore
But desperately
I wish your voice
Would
Tell me was it real
Do you ever feel California?
Tell are your eyes
Are they still that light green or brown?
Tell me do you still play the songs
I wrote for you
The songs I wrote when you were still around
I hid it
You stole my soul
Admit it
You let me go
I get it
But still I can't forget it
But nothing
Could make it fair
If nothing
Could bring you here
I'm nothing
If I'm not near to you
Now I sit here
On the coast
I'm begging
To bring you home
I wonder
If I hurt all alone
So
Tell me if it's real
Do you ever feel California?
Tell if your eyes
Are they still that light green or brown?
Tell me if you still play the songs
I wrote for you?
The songs I wrote when you were still around
So my last words to you
I hope it's good
I do
I hope you have a happy life
And that the earth you sift is plentiful and rich
But if you cannot find the light
You can always think
Back to California
You can always choose
Eyes of green or brown
You can always replay
The songs I wrote for you
The songs I wrote
When you were still around
Credits
Writer(s): Maxwell Michael Steger, Alyson Margaret Miller
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