Greg MacPherson - California lyrics

I'm California bound I can hardly wait to lay my beach towel out The sky is closing in I can feel the future on my skin Glistening like a horse Shining like a city of quartz Running out of phase The desert and the microwaves A siren and a who*e In the echo of the last good war On the air tonight On the air tonight Your voice is nothing against the noise of the engine grinding out that summer line Coast in slow over Reno, the Diablos I can almost see the waves break on the dial When the last flight touches down When the immigrants have kissed the ground When your legs are tucked away And the colourful has turned to beige Stand glistening like a horse Shining like a city of quartz