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I wake up to the sound of fruit that drops
to smog-spun smiles and aftershocks
the palm trees rise like prison bars
and there's sand in all the locks
It's driveways n' TVs up to where the hills have stopped
And the suntan is gone and her lipstick is off
I strike a match and light the end
of another pack of lost
California dreaming
All the signs say HAVE A NICE DAY
And in my wildest dreams I'll be leaving you some day
the sun climbs up the avocado hill
I squint my eyes and I pay my bill
And I haven't made it back to Oklahoma yet
and I guess I never will
Oklahoma where the fireflies
Dance like wayward city lights
Red dirt in my fingernails
And the long, long midnight trains
I sift myself into another night
where the traffic barks and the neon bites
and the buskers songs are sunburned
and the tide is way too tight
California dreaming
All the signs say HAVE A NICE DAY
And in my wildest dreams I'll be leaving you some day
