I think I’m going back to California
Summer distant and it’s all far way
It’s all far
It’s all far
Far away
I think I’ll drift across the ocean now
Clouds looks so clear in your eyes
Let me bring you on my
Let me bring you on my friend
I think I’ll fly across the ocean
I can watch the sky turning grey
I think I’m going back
I think I’ll go back
I think I hear the whisper of old best friend
I think I hear the bells ringing in the square
California
California
