One, two...
There's a hard rain showing me the way
Up from here to the fire escape
I was caught stuck standing in the flames again
Who the hell would you be telling?
Everybody knows my secret well
It's a long look stranded in the maze again
And it's a long way back to California
And I ain't got time to cover my tracks
How the hell do I return to normal
If I'm always ending up flat on my back?
Well, these are the golden years
Thought I'd never find 'em
I'd just watch 'em disappear
Into the echoes of all the older lovers
That still whisper my name around here
And it's one more town to be sure
The rain ain't coming 'round here no more
Took me eight years to figure out what to do
And it's a stoned throwback to the old
Habits stored in a well worn coat
That's the price needed to pay to face the truth
And it's a long way back to California
And I ain't got time to cover my tracks
How the hell do I return to normal
If I'm always ending up flat on my back?
Well, these are the golden years
I thought I'd never find 'em
I'd just watch them disappear
Into the echoes of all the older lovers
That still whisper my name around here
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And it's a long way back to California
And I ain't got time to cover my tracks
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