California has been warmer,
while these hills are white with snow,
I am wondering where to go.


Passing headlights burn like spotlights,
and I am famous for the moment,

but they'll never know my name.

When will I know,

when will I know,
If my path it ain't so straight,
and if my luck it ain't so great.

When will I know,
when will I know,
If this season's gonna change,

or if I'm frozen in my place.

City of lights, city of dreams,

City of the famous so and so's...
on a low lit silver screen.


Whatever I was, before I came,
I am older, I am wiser now,
but a lot just hasn't changed.


And when will I know,
How can I tell,

will I see it in your eyes,
if there's things that I can't hide.
How far will I go,

how far will I go,
Spending weekends on the road,
while you're waiting there at home.


Just to sing out our songs,
to an audience of you,

Is better than crowds to shout my name,
it's better than all my fame.


Still when will I know,
how can I tell,
If I've run a losing race,

if there's facts that I must face,
And when will I know,
when will I know,

If I'm chasing honest dreams,
and if these words mean anything.