Year: 2005 - Album: Rebel, Sweetheart · Interscope
Written by Jakob Dylan
Em B C G (I think the whole verse is Em) Feels like a ghost here in this room Not the kind that rides a saddle in a costume All around me, all around you In from the window for a drag of your perfume Em B C G Let's move back to California Em B C G Let's make a promise, baby Let's both be there Em B C G Put our feet deep in the sands Am This garden's only got four corners C D Back to your trenches, back to California Em The days keep coming and the years overlap Been crawling all over each other like wet cats I hear the rebels yelling out in the dunes And I don't think it's half as funny as I used to Let's move back to California Let's make a promise, baby Let's both be there Put our feet deep in the sands Let's leave behind these maps and handguns We're on our way back to California G C We've got California in our eyes Come on and catch us if you can G C With California in our eyes Passing down through a valley of lost sheep Straight is the gate, narrow is the walkway Mercury rising and poppies in bloom This is the kind of thing that I can get used to Let's move back to California Let's make a promise, baby Let's both be there Put our feet deep in the sands There's still no shortage in creating bad blood We're on our way back to California G c We've got California in our eyes Come on and catch us if you can G C With California in our eyes Fast as we can G C Back to California Come on and catch us if you can G C Back to California Fast as we can G C Back to California