"When I Get To California" lyrics
The path of least resistance
It is often taken but
The path of least resistance
Often ain't much but a rut
You rarely get a second chance
To make a first impression
Could I just lie down a while here
While we ride out this recession?
I've been close enough to the edge
Today to see how much was left
Oh, but I backed off some from there
Because I tend to need myself
For all intents and purposes the
World we live in's real
Which makes it hard to shrug
It off or fake the way you feel
No one ever sat me down with
A "Hey, kid, let me warn ya."
Anyway I'll figure it out
When I get to California
Whatever she wants to talk
About will not be good I'll bet
I'm only looking forward to it
'Cause it hasn't happened yet
What's a June Bug s'posed to do
Oh, no, when July rolls around
Except for just his level best to
Keep his back up off the ground?
No one ever sat me down with
A "Hey, kid, let me warn ya."
Anyway I'll figure it out
When I get to California
That faded yellow roadside sign
Says "slow, children at play,"
But I know that they've all grown
Up and most have moved away
My sense of disassociation's
Worse with ev'ry year
It's hard to make much sense of
Things although they're loud an' clear
No one ever sat me down with
A "Hey, kid, let me warn ya."
Anyway I'll figure it out
When I get to California
When I get to California
It is often taken but
The path of least resistance
Often ain't much but a rut
You rarely get a second chance
To make a first impression
Could I just lie down a while here
While we ride out this recession?
I've been close enough to the edge
Today to see how much was left
Oh, but I backed off some from there
Because I tend to need myself
For all intents and purposes the
World we live in's real
Which makes it hard to shrug
It off or fake the way you feel
No one ever sat me down with
A "Hey, kid, let me warn ya."
Anyway I'll figure it out
When I get to California
Whatever she wants to talk
About will not be good I'll bet
I'm only looking forward to it
'Cause it hasn't happened yet
What's a June Bug s'posed to do
Oh, no, when July rolls around
Except for just his level best to
Keep his back up off the ground?
No one ever sat me down with
A "Hey, kid, let me warn ya."
Anyway I'll figure it out
When I get to California
That faded yellow roadside sign
Says "slow, children at play,"
But I know that they've all grown
Up and most have moved away
My sense of disassociation's
Worse with ev'ry year
It's hard to make much sense of
Things although they're loud an' clear
No one ever sat me down with
A "Hey, kid, let me warn ya."
Anyway I'll figure it out
When I get to California
When I get to California
