Oh,
come on,
let's take a ride in the little red motorcar.
Oh,
come on,
I'm here for the first time in California.
Now you can take the freeway to Topanga Canyon,
but leave the hood roll down and let the wind blow warm.
Now
are the sorry sighs I knew,
those blue and lonely times.
Now are the blues that have no roots,
they're sunning,
turning to brown.
And look at me, I'm mellowing,
flying round on my own wings.
Just another week here in California.
Look at me, I'm mellowing,
flying round on my own wings.
Just another week here in California.
You ask me where I have been this past year.
Oh,
I've been so lonely, oh, and out of reach.
I hope it's not too late,
I mean,
I'm really trying.
Oh,
and you've been such a help to me.
Now are the sorry sighs I knew,
those blue and lonely times.
Now are the blues that have no roots,
they're sunning,
turning to brown.
Oh,
look at me, I'm mellowing,
flying round on my own wings.
Just another week here in California.
Now are the sorry sighs I knew,
those blue and lonely times.
Now are the blues that have no roots,
they're sunning,
turning to brown.
Look at me, I'm mellowing,
flying round on my own wings.
Just another week here in California.
Look at me, I'm mellowing,
flying round on my own wings.
Just another week here in California.