California
And it's those nights that drive me wild
Laying on our backs and playing
Our little word games
While we stare at the sky
Took us fourteen years
And we never found a word that rhymed with orange
Remember those nights when we talked about our dreams?
About how we were gonna get out of here
Make a name for ourselves
Get the better things?
Well you're gonna have to miss me
Because my bags are packed
I'd take you with me
But you're always looking back
To the things that make you want to stay
Unlike you
There's nothing standing in my way
So I'm heading for California
I'm gonna to make it big
I don't know what I'm gonna to do there
But it's better than being here
Maybe I'll be a movie star
A famous singer in a band
Maybe a pimp or a prostitute
Or a celebrity's one night stand
Something's gonna make or break me
It's just a matter of time
No matter what
Nothing's gonna shake me
So be ready to miss me
Because this is goodbye
My bags are packed
I'm leaving
To live in the bright lights