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


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