California Songtext
von Greg MacPherson

I′m California bound
I can hardly wait to lay my beach towel out
The sky is closing in
I can feel the future on my skin
Glistening like a horse
And shining like a city of quartz
Running out of phase
The desert and the microwaves
A siren and a whore
And the echo of the last good war

On the air tonight
On the air tonight

Your voice is nothing against the noise
Of the engines grinding out that summer light
So coast in slow over Reno, the Diablos
I can almost see the waves break on the dial


When the last flight touches down
And the immigrants have kissed the ground
Your legs are tucked away
And the colorful has turned to beige

Glistening like a horse
Glistening like a horse
Stand glistening like a horse
And shining like a city of quartz

Your voice is nothing against the noise
Of the engines grinding out that summer light
So coast in slow over Reno, the Diablos
I can almost see the waves break on the dial

I can almost see the waves break on the dial
I can almost see the waves break on the dial

On the air tonight
On the air tonight
On the air tonight
On the air tonight