It's a three-day drive, if she drives all night, says she's leaving at the crack of dawn. Well, she might still be lying here with me, but in her heart she's already gone. Already packed up, the Altima's gassed up, she done put the map up there on the dash. I'm all tore up, just trying to man up, damning these tears up, but can't hold them back. Cause she's in love with California, and that West Coast sunshine dream. These ain't no Hollywoods, these hills ain't Beverly. Ain't no beaches on these back roads, no sunset on the boulevard. She's in love with California, breaking my heart. Got a waitress job, waiting in a knock, though we're rocking here in Universal City. Got a glamour shot in her hip pocket, hoping somebody'll think she's pretty. By this time tomorrow, she'll hit Colorado, I'll be drowning my sorrow in a bottle of Bain. Before she hits Flagstaff, maybe she'll backtrack, but I wouldn't bet that if I was me. Cause she's in love with California, and that West Coast sunshine dream. These ain't no Hollywoods, these hills ain't Beverly. Ain't no beaches on these back roads, no sunset on the boulevard. She's in love with California, breaking my heart. She was all mine, but now it's go time. Cause she's in love with California, and that West Coast sunshine dream. These ain't no Hollywoods, these hills ain't Beverly. Ain't no beaches on these back roads, no sunset on the boulevard. She's in love with California, breaking my heart. She's in love with California, breaking my heart. Oh, she's breaking my heart.