All these words I wrote
Those books were mine
From shattered avenues
Lost silver shine
"You can't catch d**h" wrote my baby girl
But I'd left that street
And I'd left the world
Books of California
The library is my cemetery
A perfect place for my words to still sleep
Blue sky under ice cream clouds
A hawkline monster still dreams out loud for
Books of California
These words I wrote
Those dreams of mine
Of bottles drunk and city lights
And in Oregon I wrote goodbye waves
So the wind would blow my words away
Books of California