so love you ve had about enough of leaning into the winter wind eyes down and collar up while leaves from european trees lie shin deep in the gutters down these cold and golden streets its time you left this town behind and though you promised not to cry when you said goodbye your eyes are bright with wine and oh so are mine but i think it only fair to warn you all those songs about california lied the stars wont shine tonight it isnt going to be alright oh dear youve had it up to here but if those dark clouds reach to the empty beach well at least the coast is clear and so before you turn to go a few hopeful words from some vacuous verse you remember from the radio well maybe so