pack the suitcase bring the smog leaving california for my home fill a jar with that ocean air setting sail with salt up in my hair but the ink is on the paper and the writings on the wall i got silver in my pockets and the sun within my heart i got no enemies and the oceans just so blue but i m leaving california for you start the wagon and get me out of la she said don t look back unless you plan to stay and all i is is rain on the run away elementary eloquence you hop the wall we cut the fence im looking at the ships break for the cove run my hand through your a hair a twist of fate to clear the air i know you know now i m livin in a place i won t call home suddenly my bones don t rest so young so i ask you all too listen don t tread upon her faults and the stories that she gives you play them through the halls your majesty you gave me all i got to lose but i m leaving california for you