Back to California - Steve Grand

Do you remember California?

20-oh-6?

You told me we could change this world

I had no doubt about it

I was always kind of awkward

You never seemed to mind

Just two kids in high school

What could we know about life?

You were my tiny dancer

Golden hair and yellow eyes

I was your disaster

Always brushing you aside, I didn’t see it right then

But in the years that have gone by

I found I’ll never know a better friend

Than this one I left behind, oh

So you’re getting married

I hope he’s nothing like our daddies

When we were young

And love was something so fucked-up

It’s sure had its toll on me

And so it’s back to California in my mind

Petty arguments on bus rides in muted sunlight

We belong to California, young and free and wild

Where our dreams grew big

as your yellow eyes

As they looked into mine