California:

i'm all chalked out on the ground while the curtain call
all the sharp observations, a paper trail 40 stories tall
yeah where any conclusions might slip through my fingers
as i listening to the stories she's telling now

it's a beautiful life, it's a beautiful life
when it's late she's still talking about california
where the distance to the myth has never been greater
from the sea to the boulevard stretching our arms to the desert

it's a beautiful life, such a beautiful life
it's a beautiful life but she's leaving me one step behind
with the promise one day will arrive

and if she ever runs out of california
she's always got, she's always got last summer
a state of mind with occasional tremors

it's a beautiful life, under restless and fluorescent skies
she's all coloured all into her lines, lines, lines, lines
it's a beautiful life, and she's leaving it one step behind
with the promise one day will arrive, one day will arrive, one day will arrive

ooooooo..
ooooooo..
ooooooo..

"and i get there i..."
"when i get there i..."
always one step behind