Awake at ground zero.
Another day wasted away.
Nothing seems to matter.

'Cause nothing's ever changed.
California dreaming,
has never meant that much to me.

When living in this nightmare
comes so easily.
Holding on when I don't belong.

If this is right, then I can't go wrong.
Holding on.
But I know right now I'll never make it.

Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow.
And figure out where to begin.
And maybe I won't feel so hollow.

But I'm pretty sure that I'll be sleeping in.

Days seem like their decades.

And minutes pass like years gone by.
Still I sit here wasting,
the time of my life.

California dreaming
will never mean that much to me,
and you'll never understand

how it feels to me.

Holding on, when you don't belong.

When it don't feel right, but it's all you got.
Holding on.
But I'm pretty sure I'll never make it.

Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow.
And figure out where to begin.
And maybe I won't feel so hollow.

It's 3 A.M (3 A.M)
And it feels like the four walls are caving in.
Please tell me I'm not alone (not alone, not alone)

'Cause I'm tired of sleeping in.
Woah!
Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow.

Woah!
And figure out where to begin.
Woah!

And maybe I won't feel so hollow.
But I'm pretty sure that I'll be sleeping in.