I'm going to California from this little Florida town
From Hollywood to Silver Lake I'm Los Angeles bound
There are tons of cars and five pointed stars on every sidewalk street
What California doesn't have is you and me
We'll sit on the rocks of Malibu and watch the moon send out the waves
Sing songs at the Troubadour and your apartment for days
Say a prayer for Elliott as we drive through Echo Park
Meet at the all night taco stand until morning k**s the dark
On Sunday mornings we will walk around your block
Laugh at all the movie stars in their convertible cars
Get stoned with Andy and ride the stairs at the mall
Step outside into the light as summer turns to fall
I'm going to California from this little Florida town
I'll take my chances with the smog and the fault lines in the ground
Everywhere you look is always the place to be
What California doesn't have is you and me
In the winter time you can wear your boots and pinstriped coat
Your scarf around your neck and let it dangle to the floor
You will look so pale and beautiful I'll be proud to be your man
I know you've had a lot of loves but I want to be the last one standing
I know you are scared and I am scared too
But we've got love on our side and it will tell us what to do
One day we'll escape the cruel city lights
And move into the canyon I will make you my wife
I am going to California from this little Florida town
From Hollywood to Silver Lake I'm Los Angeles bound
There are tons of cars and five pointed stars on every sidewalk street
California is waiting for you and me